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Post by Alexandra Fay on Dec 2, 2005 15:37:18 GMT -5
Alexandra leaned against the far wall, watching the men and women do battle in the field. Although she herself was no warrior, she enjoyed watching the combat if only for the sport of it.
She smiled slightly, her eyes on one warrior in particular. He was a man of some years older then herself perhaps, but his skill was great, and she admired that... that and his style of fighting. He was... determined.
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Dec 2, 2005 16:10:38 GMT -5
Viktor's frequent disguised trips to the training fields helped keep him in fighting shape.
He highly disliked disguising himself in the simple garments he had bought and collected and he disliked even more the fact he needed an alias, "Vik."
He kept his striking hair tied back in a detestable ponytail, not maning his powerful face at all. It had to be done, there were too many that knew him by his armor.
Todays' fighting proved to be mostly uninteresting, as most of his opponents did not have the drive nor the skill to compete with him and he merely crushed each challenger with little effort.
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Post by Alexandra Fay on Dec 5, 2005 0:34:31 GMT -5
Alexandra leaned her chin on slim fingers, waiting for the man to finish. When he left the court, sweat dripping from his brow she followed.
"You are greatly skilled." She told him, offering him a tankard of water.
OOC: Sorry to god-mode a bit there ><
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Dec 5, 2005 17:21:29 GMT -5
(its ok)
Vik took the tankard and drank deep.
"It's not truly my skill here, its the lack of skill of everyone else."
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Post by Alexandra Fay on Dec 6, 2005 0:32:06 GMT -5
Alexandra smiled slightly, tilting her head. "So modest?" She pressed hair behind her shoulder. "Alexandra Fay." She extended a hand.
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Dec 6, 2005 0:37:08 GMT -5
Vik shook the girls' hand with a look of apprehension. "I'm Vik."
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Post by Alexandra Fay on Dec 6, 2005 0:39:52 GMT -5
Alexandra bowed her head slightly, and pulled her shoulders back a tad. "I am a student of magic in this city, may I guess you are a traveling warrior?"
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Dec 6, 2005 0:48:52 GMT -5
"Indeed, that's what I am. What is a mage doing out watching fighting?"
Viktor crossed his arms and leaned against a nearby railing.
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Post by Alexandra Fay on Dec 6, 2005 0:50:37 GMT -5
Alexandra rose her brows slightly, "Cannot a mage enjoy the swifftness and the dance that is combat?"
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Dec 6, 2005 0:53:30 GMT -5
"Combat is not about dance. Or art. It is about crushing one's opponents, nothing more."
Vik's countenance grew stern.
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Post by Alexandra Fay on Dec 6, 2005 0:57:43 GMT -5
Alexandra blinked once, stratled then her face became a wide grin. She laughed slightly, "Walk with me?" She questioned, half turning her body.
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Dec 6, 2005 1:05:09 GMT -5
Vik remembered that he was trying to maintain a disguise, and had to force himself to be civil. He stepped forward.
"After you, young mage."
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Post by Alexandra Fay on Dec 6, 2005 1:09:06 GMT -5
Alexandra took the lead, walking in silence for a bit. She turned her face to him over her shoulder, "Where do you call home?" She asked.
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Dec 6, 2005 1:12:23 GMT -5
Viktor looked down at the nosy mage. He had tried to forget his homeland, the land of his first betrayal and fall.
"A land far, far away from here."
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Post by Alexandra Fay on Dec 6, 2005 1:15:44 GMT -5
Alexandra turned about, feeling his hostility. "I see." She said queitly, eyes on him.
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