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Post by Arial the Third on Jul 31, 2012 23:40:12 GMT
The Wilds outside of Midgar, an empty area, full of sand and stone, with the occasional bush. This was a good place to train for a lone woman, looking to increase her skills, and return to her former glory. She was wearing her shield claws with pride, as she practiced strikes with them, and going back and forth between defense and offense with them, as if it was just second nature to move that way. The place she was practicing was a natural(Or so she assumed) land bridge, that could have just as easily been a highway that had fallen to ruins. She enjoyed how it was mostly flat, and she could see in all directions, but at the same time, had enough rough terrain to make her footing have to be adjusted from time to time.
The sun was high in the sky, making it perfect for training the muscles, and there were no monsters nearby, none of the nearby Fauna seemed to want to battle. She was enjoying the quiet, but knew eventually, it would not last long. She may not be familiar with Concrete to the extent of others, but there were natural trails from where she was, and eventually, someone would show up. This was just the nature of such trails, especially since this was a bridge to somewhere, even if the Purple clad warrior did not know where.
She slowly slowed her training down. Moving from advanced strikes, such as aiming the bladed claws into an opponents neck, to simple and direct strikes aimed at the opponents weaponry, or chest. She even weakened her economy of movement, so that anyone seeing would not believe her to be a well trained fighter, and made her moves more exaggerated, to make her seem more fatigued than she was. These were all tactical tricks, to make the people who see her think she was not nearly as strong, and possibly land her a nice fight or conversation.
She could feel it, in her innate senses. Someone, or something was approaching. What ever it was, she would know them soon, as she felt them approaching in her hairs. They might be strong, or maybe just have some inner strength that would reveal their presence. Could it be the local magic? She did not know. For all she knew, it was her innate battle senses from her years of training. She closed her glowing blue eyes, and gave one heavy strike to the air, with her shield claw up, while her other was held back for defense, almost like a Martial Artists prepared One two. She held it, as she started to hear movement.
She hated Midgar. It was always an annoyance to her whenever she happened to roam that way, towards the foul fetid fumy foggy filthy excuse for a city. It was a disgrace compared to her own homeland, the calmer cleaner air of Windurst, where industrious minds put their mental capacities to work on things of value rather than frivolous idiocies such as Materia or Mako. Oh, how she loathed “Mages” who invested in those silly baubles… They had no skill of their own and relied on what happened to be little more than Cosmic Vending Machines. You pump energy in, you get results. No skill needed, no true effort required. It was sickening!
Even so, despite her loathing of being anywhere NEAR this place, time and time again she found herself wandering near the city limits.
This was frustrating!
She did not want to be here! No one wanted her to be here! How on earth did she manage to come here! Was there some hidden aura beyond her keen senses of the arcane that drew here in, or was it simply as the old saying went? “Opposites attract”?
Still. As always whenever her time came to depart, she was happy to be rid of the city. She walked away with a sense of relief and dignity; away from the hazy pollution and the babbling plebeians, just simply walking at a leisurely pace through the wilds, over a pleasant land bridge. Not the most colorful of surroundings, a few scraggly bushes, and not much else to be seen. Most definitely peaceful. Not a soul to bother the mage on her merry way.
And yet… And yet and yet and yet…
She frowned, narrowing her eyes to see a blackish figure in the distance. So she was not alone out here… disappointing, but not really surprising. She was still rather close to a sorry excuse of one, but a city none the less. People were bound to come and go; some would naturally be wandering the outer regions to escape the hubbub and crowds of Midgar.
Or… apparently… Train in their karate lessons…
The tiny mage crossed her arms over her chest, approaching the woman, yet keeping her distance, passing by her without sparing much of a thought or a glance upon her. She obviously had her own business, so far be it for Shantotto to interrupt. So long as this woman did not bother her, the mage would not bother the potential warmonger.
Post by Arial the Third on Oct 16, 2012 6:50:56 GMT
The person was magically inclined. She could sense it, as she moved from hard strikes, to exaggerated fluid movements. She was still being cautious, as she did them. She was still working her muscles to make sure this would not be a problem for her. She studied what she could, and could only tell that the lady was magically inclined, and short. She could almost pick up that the size was a ruse, like that the size of the person was a deception.
She waited for her to get closer, before stopping her limited practice. "I see you, yet I am unfamiliar with you." she spoke a general greeting from her people to one who they did not know. It was a simple greeting used to tell friend from foe. She hoped to get a positive reaction, but was still ready for a negative one. It was always a potential with strangers. She was nothing if Civil though, and respecting the traditions of her homelands. Even if it seemed odd to those native to this world.
She held her weapons down. She could quickly block with them, but in this position, offense would take a moment to pull off. She studied the blonde mage, or what she assumed was a Mage. Short stature, cute appearance, pointed ears. Large eyes. Hmm, would could be lost in such an appearance.. She still had not opened her eyes, and when she indeed did so. She was not mistaken, as the glow of her eyes were revealed, revealing a slightly magical nature of their own.
She waited patiently, her purple cloak rustling in the soft wind of the bridge. She stood there, calmly, and waited on the young looking, cute mage girl. There was no such thing as Pedophilia where she came from.
Though that is kind of expected of people who sometimes remained looking twelve for thousands of years. She studied the girl carefully, watching as she got closer, carefully studying those cute eyes and small figure. Yes, she would possibly enjoy a nice interaction with this person.
Her right ear twitched, the Mage pausing in her advance to spare a glance at the stranger. It did not take her long to profile that the woman as a potential threat. Her outlandish features obviously signified a devilish heritage, a Lucavi, most likely gifted with some magical properties as most were. Ah yes, the demonic brutes. Almost as bad as those barbaric Red Mages.
“You may not know me, this is true. But then, does anyone truly do?” She examined the woman carefully, debating the value of interaction. The woman did not seem completely useless with her weapons, so perhaps she would have some worth as a Meat Shield? An interesting idea.
“Who are you, young lass? Are you in our world to rest or to pass? Do you seek knowledge or power great? Or are you simply here to clear your plate? Well now, poppet, what’s your game? Or is there something to hide in your shame?”
The mage’s voice was disturbing to those not used to it, unnaturally boisterous for someone her size. As she spoke, Shantotto’s smile never wavered, as if this was completely normal, her posture erect, her hands resting at her trim waist, waiting calmly for the creature to respond.
Post by Arial the Third on Nov 6, 2012 19:43:07 GMT
The Exiled princess was surprised at the response. She was definitely not anywhere that her home normally responds to. It sounded almost neutral. She was not quite certain how one would surmise themselves to be hostile and not at the same time, but it seemed that way. She let her eyes open, the blue glow coming from them to stare at the diminutive mage. Just what was her angle? Was she some conqueror? Was she some wise woman? She did not know, but that brought a smile to the General's face. Just how does one respond to this?
"A Lass of Class would only be less crass." she stated, smiling softly, as she popped her shoulders a little. "I have nothing to hide, and nothing to seek, my Siblings banished me here, it seems so meek." she was teasing the girl, she was kind of cute, if she thought about it. She then continued with "Shame is lame, power not fame." Answering in riddles, but just timed with the rhyme. She wanted the power, not of magic, nor physical force, but instead of people, of being able to lead an army, as she was used to. "Though one of class would give name first, I shall not wait till last, Ariallis Sionysis Emperialis the Third, of the Imperial court, not like that matters much now, as I cannot return to whence I came, oh how things will never be the same." she stated, feigning despair. Not like she cared.
The girl was giving rhymes, but in seriousness, she was speaking directly and blunt. She liked to tease, but would not hide her motives. "I am but a humble Mercenary right now, but since I cannot go back to running my Army, I guess I need to build up to my own levels and limits, know where to go to get such a job, young lovely?" she had gotten tired with rhyming, only so much one could do, so she switched back to normal statements. The girl was intelligent, but did not need to show it that much by rhyming more.
She studied the small mage. She was certainly a cute one. Those ears were large, and same with her eyes, while her nose was not so much. It gave her much the adorable form of a child, or maybe a cute animal. The blond hair was enough to make her look civilized, obviously kept that way to make things easy. The girl would enjoy toying with her, if nothing else. This was something that could make one seem pedophile like, in any Human civilization. Too bad she did not come from a human civilization. This was going to be an interesting conversation, as the girl put her Shield claws on her back and motioned towards a bit of broken cement that was just tall enough to sit on.
