Inevitable confrontations [Bones]

by **Fiera** on July 21st, 2012, 10:30 am

58 Summer 512

Fiera danced down the sun-warmed cobblestones, earning a few questioning looks from passing strangers. She refused to acknowledge them, in a rather good mood herself. It was late morning, almost lunchtime, for humans, that is – she’d already eaten. A full stomach and some sunshine never failed to make her smile, something she’d been doing quite a lot recently. It also made her lightheaded and drowsy, fuelled by the occasional bout of excitement. In her pocked bounced a small book bearing the title Zeltivian Guide, though she knew it was much more than that.

Humming some tune she had heard earlier, but couldn’t remember where, Fiera paused in the shadow of an elegant building. Above the open oak doors, she could just make out some letters. Ascending the steps, Fiera squinted against the sun.

“The Martial Association of Zeltiva,” out loud, it sounded quite ridiculous to her ears. She didn’t know what martial meant. The doors were open, so she stepped through. The room she came into was simple, drawing her eyes to the table by the window. It was by far the most worthy item in the room, ornate wood with a leather set in and a number of exuberant quills scattered on it. Nobody was in the room, so she waited.

A man burst into the room and scribbled something on a piece of paper before noticing her. His eyes widened and lip spread into a smile that seemed to surpass the confines of his face, “Good day, me lady! My name’s Rafod” his personality reminded her vaguely of the table, “what can I do for you?”

Not returning the smile, Fiera stared at him, expecting his facade to falter and drop, “What does martial mean?”

Unperturbed by her deadpan expression, he twirled a quill in his fingers, “Martial? Why, that means ‘to do with combat’ if you like. If you’re wondering what happens here, we teach you ways to defend yourself!”

Thinking, Fiera replied slowly, “What sort of payment do you want?”

She was running low on miza’s, but knew that learning self-defence would be well worth its money.

“Payment? Nothing! You can donate your time and help teach others it you have a talent, or you can donate some golden mizas. You can learn for free, if you find someone willing to teach you what you want! What did you want to learn?” He grinned idiotically.

Fiera turned and opened the door that Rafod had come through, ignoring his question. The man talked too much for his own good.

OOCHope this is alright! Didn't know how the association's building would look

by **Ssafirsotibones** on July 25th, 2012, 6:58 pm

Bones was just puttering around. He never really knew what he would end up doing, or if anything. Often he came off as a bit intimidating. But sometimes, people did come up to him wanting a spar. Or a training session, which he was usually open to obliging.

He had not really been paying that much attention, and was carefully testing the gladius' on his back, making sure they were in working order.

He was just about to leave, when some girl came crashing in, over exuberantly. She reeked of newness, and not knowing what she was doing here. Perhaps it was her first time. She certainly seemed to be taking in the room, as if she had not yet been in it.

Bones decided to walk up to her, and see what she was looking for.

"Hello. Looking for a partner to fight or ssspar wiss? I do well wiss my gladiusss', or wiss unarmed. Or did you already have a partner in mind?"

by **Fiera** on August 3rd, 2012, 12:35 pm

Another man came into the room, regarding her confidently. She ignored him as she ignored most people; insolently.

Just as she opened the door, the stranger began to speak. She turned around slowly, as if doing him a huge favour. Was everyone here so unnaturally friendly? If so, she might as well leave now. Rafod caught on before she did, “Ah! I see you have already found yourself a sparring partner! Excellent.”

He turned to face both of them, “Hope you enjoy the session! I need to go find my partner now.”

He said his goodbyes, accompanied by a series of overblown hand gestures, and left. Fiera stared at the door long after he left; it was hard to imagine someone like that engaged in any sort of combat. Alone in the room with the stranger, Fiera knew that her best bet was to accept his offer, even if he did humiliate her in the end. This would be the best way to learn.

“Unarmed. I fight unarmed. Swords are too cumbersome. Where is it you practice?”

Unarmed combat would be all she needed. Like hunting, but not.

by **Ssafirsotibones** on August 14th, 2012, 1:34 am

Bones did not notice her pretentious nature, or response to his words. He was not the best at noticing such things, or such common human expressions or such.

He nodded, hearing she wanted to fight unarmed. It was a good way to fight, even if you also learned to fight and were skilled with a weapon... He knew to many foolish people, that thought one or the other was enough... It appeared she was of the type thinking only skill in hand to hand was enough... Though better than those who only learned a weapon, and were useless as soon as unarmed.

He himself felt that a mix of various skills was the best way to do things, in relation to fighting. He used several forms of unarmed skills, along with his trusty gladius, a combination which made him skilled enough for almost any situation.

Bones waved for her to follow, and led her on to a open area were they could practice and spar, without crashing into anyone else. Bones led her along, and then turned to face the girl.

"Ssso, how experienced in fighting are you? Are you new, or ssskilled? I need to know, ssso I can gauge how hard I ssshould fight."

by **Cloud** on May 10th, 2013, 5:51 pm

From the sky falls your reward!

Fiera :

Bones :

Misc? :

I found what little I could, I'm pretty sure this would've been a good thread had it not cut off so soon. Still good in the writing department though; keep it up!

Question marks to be made? Exclamations to declare? Feel free to send me a pm and we can tend to any concerns you have.