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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 25, 2006 12:29:03 GMT -5
Long hors had been put into this, again she could be found pushing her limits- having claimed a small area of the training grounds as her own.
Dressed in her normal clothing, but around her wrists and ankles danced glosing circlets of gravity evenrgy- weighing her down, grounding her and making her straing. Talbot had been out here since dawn. Her waistlength blonde hair pulled tighting into a ponytail but she had long ago lost the ribbon- her blond hair flew free in the wind as her skirts rustled and her heart paced quickly.
She had seen the sun rise and greeted it with the prize of her hard work, soaked in sweat and panting as to any outside eye she seemed to be fighting some invisible foe of immense power with great swings and spins of her scythe. The blade shining brighting in the now afternoon sun- Talbot had taken no breaks and refused to do so. Her throat was dry and she had long ago lost feeling in her feet. Her mind was lost to the movement, the flow and the motions of her actions.
She dipped and swayed, springing up and slicing through her invisible for so many time, hopping back on one foot, charging foreward with her scythe whistling through the air with the force and speed behind it. Her heart slowed and sped as she moved- as if she herself held the wind currents in her very soul. She spun her staff and slashed, she froze- stopping inches from the face of someone who had come far to close. She didn not move- the blade still inches from the person's face and waited for them to either feint, step back, or run.
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Post by Midnight on May 25, 2006 23:36:45 GMT -5
Though he'd flinched at first, Joseph had regained his composure with the scythe inches from his nose. He leaned around the blade, "Ziare wasn't right afterall. She said you didn't know when to stop training. If you asked me you got it right by about an inch and a half." he said with a smile. The gunmage looked over the blonde girl once more. She was breathing hard. Understandable since she hadn't stopped training for hours. He smiled at her and held up a glass bottle of clear liquid. "Brought you some water. Even got it blessed by a Paladin who rooms near me. He says it should rejuvinate you tens times as fast as anything that could be bought in the school. What do you say, sit and have a drink with me? You can go back to training twice as hard afterward?" he offered in a sing-songy voice, shaking the bottle lightly.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 26, 2006 0:09:01 GMT -5
Talbot stared at him, her gray eyes seeming to absorb his words, his offer of rest. Moving her scythe from his face, she stepped back and nodded slightly. She hadn't minded Joseph's company before- he talked alot but that wasn't so bad. He was nice, full of compliments and such. Plus he had water when she had none. Talbot slowly moved to a single grassy spot, her stride slow until she clapped her hands. The gravity loop spell ending for the time being. She sat down on the ground, her blonde hair eaisily reaching and meeting the grass blades. She looked up at the sky slowly allowing her scythe to touch the ground as her gray eyes finally settling on him, a smile appearing on her face, "Well?"
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Post by Midnight on May 26, 2006 0:16:40 GMT -5
He gives her a warm smile, "Sorry, was slightly distracted." Joseph strode over and sat down next to her. Opening the bottle he sniffed it then handed it over. "He assured me it tastes quite good as well. Rather citrusy." he explained his smile persistent. Midnight would be lying if he didn't admit that he was disappointed with their last meeting. She'd left so suddenly...and she seemed like such a nice girl. So beautiful, and obviously powerful. Leaning back with a sigh Joseph looked up at the clouds. "It's so beautiful up here. We're so much closer to the clouds." he commented before looking back over at the girl, "If you don't mind my asking, Talbot...why are you training so hard?"
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 26, 2006 0:56:53 GMT -5
Talbot took the small bottle she sniffed it, a simple combination of lemon and oranges. She tested it and the took a swig, her lips never touched the bottle- she knew the value and backwash would ruin it completely. She grimaced, holy magic was such a pain- never tasted like it smelled which was sad because the citris would have been refreshing. She sighed as the blessed energy flowed through her and she shivered slighty- a combination of drying sweat and the new energy.
She thought about his question, thought about it as she stared at her hands. There were so many reasons, so many countless and terrifying reasons why she did this but she gave him the only one she had for right now. Her tone was soft and still happy, light hearted even, though even with the joy in it- there was a sharpened clarity about the way she said it inclinging she would be unwilling to continue on the subject too far indepth, "To keep pain at bay."
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Post by Midnight on May 26, 2006 1:12:43 GMT -5
He sat their a moment in silence. Pain was something he knew. He felt it every time he caused it in others, or sometimes when it was strong enough it would flood over him involuntarily. After a long silence he sighed, "I'd ask what the pain is too...but most people don't like to share that sort of thing so I won't pry. However, I do wonder why you chose to train to keep it away. Certainly it's useful, but the way you do things is more than potentially damaging to yourself. Aren't there other things, you could do to help?"
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 26, 2006 1:26:23 GMT -5
Talbot looked at him, "This pain is not removable by simply preoccupying my time. This is deeper and more difficult to uproot than any other knows. Like your bond with your weapon but through birth."
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Post by Midnight on May 26, 2006 1:34:02 GMT -5
Joseph looked down at the grass they sat one, "Fair enough. Though I would offer to console you, but I know through experience that you wouldn't share. If there's one thing I know it's pain. Can you imagine what it is to be a trained gunman who feels the pain of his targets? How many people of the living can actually claim to know what death feels like without dying themselves. I'm one of the few..." the gunmage paused as his mind sorted things out. Too many old demons. Midnight looked over at her with a half smile, "Still pain is a sad subject to get on when you're trying to have a nice conversation with a beautiful girl. We never got to finish talking before, Talbot. Do you mind if we finish now?"
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 26, 2006 1:48:32 GMT -5
She knew instantly he spoke of empath abilities. She was seen them in action before- each time it had an interesting effect from person to person but she would never ask. On the topic of happier subjects and finishing the earlier conversation they had started- which had been disrupted by the pranks of dear Mikon. She smiled, cheerfully, "Sure."
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Post by Midnight on May 26, 2006 1:54:11 GMT -5
So she's willing to talk. I half expected her to refuse and go back to training. Of course I had a plan for that too but still...What to ask her about? Definately don't want to pry too much into the past. that means pain for her. Then considering how much time she spends training...the future probably is too. So that leaves the present. Cooking? No, save that for later.
Joseph tilted his head as he looked over at her. "How did you know I had a bond with my weapon. I know I told you I was a gunmage but you were asleep when I explained that aspect to Ziare." he asked with curiosity. It was like the other blonde girl had said, gunmages were fairly rare. How did Talbot know about something like that?
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 26, 2006 2:02:49 GMT -5
Talbot bowed her head, a sad thought for a woman she had once known when he brought that up. The woman had been a gunmage who had tried take Talbot from her father and had been forced to turn her own weapon against her- a difficult feat for any other magic master but her father and the highest level of magical beings. But she had learned of him being a gunmage from Mikon and she nodded as she told him, "Mikon told me about it."
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Post by Midnight on May 26, 2006 2:08:39 GMT -5
A surprisingly brief answer, much similar to her answer about her training. This girl must have experience a lot of rough times in her life. A sad prospect since she didn't look any older than him. Still, he smiled and nodded. "Oh that little fellow who's you familiar," he said in a cheerful voice, "You know he bit my finger when I offered to carry you back to your room. He apparently didn't like the idea. Still he went from enjoying a mischievous victory over you to, protecting you like a zealot. Is he always so...eradic?"
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 26, 2006 2:44:04 GMT -5
Mikon had been a gift from her mother, the last gift in her life next to the cookbook that she eternally carried with her. She wanted so badly to talk of happier things but she had none to speak of- her heart had been long broken by her past and it would never mend enough to tell the whole past without extreme torutre or the like thereof.
Talbot bobbed her head slightly, " Mikon has been my familiar since I was born, he is far older than any of us can dare to dream of being. He has always been overly protective of me- I do not know why."
She wouldn't appologize for Mikon, Mikon's actions were his own after all.
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Post by Midnight on May 26, 2006 10:33:59 GMT -5
Joseph leaned back on his hands. That was better, but still a fairly brief answer. There must be something this girl could talk about that would bring about a positive reply. A lot of men would give up when they were met with such a challenge of a female, but Joseph in particulare wasn't one of them. Besides, his revolver liked her. He could tell from the warm spot on his back.
The gunmage gave a polite smile at her response. "I see. Well familiars can be quite interesting little creatures. So Talbot, I noticed while you were training you wore those rings around your wrists. I'm guessing they were weighted. Do you train with those often?" he asked thinking that he may have just found something that might just spark a proper conversation.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 26, 2006 12:34:31 GMT -5
Talbot blinked, the rings- oh! "Actually I just started using them this week. I recently started studying magic outside of wind and current and found that with enough dicipline one could harness gravity itself without too much energy."
Talbot lifted one hand and formed a ring of gravity, the ring was a deep hue of crimson and it rotated slowly in midair as Talbot seemed to stare at it in consentration. She shook her head and closed her hand the ring dissapeared, "But I hope to make it more useful than simply to slow people down and to help me train."
Talbot nodded slighty, as if agreeing with a thought, "The whole point of using the weigh is to make movements faster, gestures more smooth, like water."
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