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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jan 6, 2013 1:55:02 GMT -5
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hundred years, hundred more someday we may see a woman king.
Nell took hold of her arm behind her head, stretching it as she leaned a little to the side in warm-up. She'd invited Ky out to the grounds to practice, because she felt very confident as of late. In both herself and her abilities. It didn't feel how it had in high school, when she had been afraid to so much as call on her powers. Now, she was working on manipulating stone. And this, she told her friend. The wide open space was a very good place for practice, it's where most students went for outdoor practice in college.
They were around the same age, so she figured that he would be good for helping practice. Especially since he had the upper hand in terms of elements. She always felt lucky to have the group on her side. Nell liked the Waters, her personality clicked well with them. They were playful and spirited, and she supposed it might have been the Water blood in her family that made her such a way, too. Though if genetics were all the explanation, she would have been Water or Thunder, not Earth. She didn't think about it often; anything involving family was a bad topic. Relatives, not family. Her family now was Josh and Annabel, and the thought made her stomach warm.
Though it wasn't quite warm yet, Nell wore just a Zeppelin tee and jeans, knowing that exertion would warm her up quick enough. Especially since she knew that Kyrian was a better fighter than her. It reaffirmed her decision to do this, considering her fear of hurting anyone. Ever. And she leaned down to touch her toes as she thought that wow, she really was not going
"Okay, now I'm going to...rock your world." She laughed, pretending to wipe a tear from her eyes as she said, "Get it? Because stone? Classic.."
Even still, she felt some hesitance. She didn't like fighting, didn't like attacking someone, even if it was friendly sparring. And with those words, she began lifting up her fingers, and with a flick, stone from the walkway rose up and flew toward him. Instinctively, she closed her eyes afterward, for a moment losing her focus. Of course, that was a big mistake.
"Did I hurt you?"
Worry strung tight in her voice. Anyone who knew Nell understood how much of a pushover she was, a doormat actually. Though she talked big, she never backed it up unless it was a friend of hers in danger. She was the defender of people, even complete strangers -- but never herself.
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Post by kyrian on Jan 6, 2013 18:06:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/AoE/KyrianWallpaper3-1.jpg); border: 4px double #3598FD, bTable] | [style=width:450px; height:250px; background: #000000; overflow: auto; font-family: times; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing:2px; padding:5px; opacity: 0.55;]Kyrian strode out over the grounds of the castle. Many people might have thought that his attire didn't quite fit the weather, but he knew how workouts could progress, also, he was hotblooded. Tended to get overheated rather quickly if he was moving around and doing much of anything, and since Nell had said she wanted to work on fight tactics in a sparring match, he knew he'd be moving around a lot. Especially when one was outside and facing an Earth elemental. The entire area was there's to manipulate and to control. Not that by their stage, he and Nell couldn't simply conjure their element, but it took much less stamina if you could use what was around you.
He stood in front of her, feeling just a bit chilled and wished for a brief moment he'd been born with Fire. At least then, maybe he could warm himself up. But that was forgotten as Nell actually spoke to him. He arched an eyebrow at her, resting his hands on his hips. "Really, Nell? You're gonna go with that?" he asked before shifting down slightly, lowering his torso, bending his knees as he found his center and watched her. He could feel her hesitation, every sense on alert now as he waited for her first move. That was how he liked to roll. He was better on defense. He watched the movement of her hand and he was easily able to push himself to the side with his legs to dodge the small stones that were hurled at him.
He smirked as he noticed that Nell had looked away, however. He dove down to the ground near where he'd been standing and raised a hand to grip his right shoulder. He grimaced slightly as she looked up and asked if she had hurt him. "Damn, Nell... you had to aim for my bad shoulder? What's up with that, girl, thought this was a friendly spar! Did I do something to piss you off?" he asked, wincing as he pushed himself up to sit on his knees, raising his hand back up to grip his shoulder. He hissed as he tightened his arm, turning his head slightly as if to attempt to inspect the damage that had been done, and waited. He rotated his arm slightly, as if testing its mobility after the 'attack', and just as he thought she might be off guard, his left hand came up and twisted, water appearing in his hand to then twist out in a spiral towards her chest as he then rose and darted to the side to avoid any counter attack, laughing softly as he watched his friend.
He straightened, crossing his arms over his chest slightly. "You know, Nell... you really should stay on your toes..." he teased easily, laughing softly at his little joke as he moved back down into a defensive pose, waiting for her next maneuver, knowing that now she'd be more on her guard so he wouldn't likely catch her by surprise like that again. Alright, time to come up with a new strategy...
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jan 9, 2013 11:08:10 GMT -5
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hundred years, hundred more someday we may see a woman king.
"It's okay Kyky, I know you're jealous of my comic genius."
She shrugged, still on alert, though she was nervous. There would always be that doubt, what if I hurt him?, what if I don't have as much control as I think I do? She'd come a long way from the girl in her senior year of high school, with limited control and the fear that if she even called on her powers someone would get hurt. She knew she had to thank Josh for helping her become more comfortable on that front, even though she hadn't always been comfortable with him in general. And now we're married, go figure. It almost made her smile, but she knew that she had to focus.
Which was a mission lost when she shut her eyes, hunching her shoulders before she peaked at him and saw Kyrian clutching his shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat, making her cough when she tried to speak. "Ah jeez, lo sien--I mean I'm sorry, did I get you real bad?" No clue that he might have been just messing with her, she hurried over to his side and placed a hand on his good shoulder. This is why you should focus, Nell, she chastised herself as brown eyes filled with concern. This was also why she just did not like fighting, and could barely make it in a spar. She hoped that Kyrian could forgive her, that he wouldn't be so mad at her that he wouldn't be friends with her anymore.
It rarely gave her time to register what had happened when he stood up, and before the synapses clicked and told her he was busting your balls, she caught sight of something as she looked up at him. "Hey...Ky...did you get burned?" She pointed to where she saw what looked like several burns, before standing and lifting up his shirt. Her eyes widened. Several circular burns lined up to form a heart, or what looked to be a heart, but she didn't want to pull his pants down to find out.
Her eyes met his as she let go of his shirt. "Did you go to a doctor?" Nell's skin crawled. She hated the feeling of cigarette burns, they were awful. And for many reasons. It was something she didn't think about, along with everything else, and the only person who had any clue about what made her so afraid of them was her husband. He'd been the one to heal her the time his brother (now her brother-in-law, but she didn't admit that as a truth) took her arm and burned her. She didn't remember a lot about that time.
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Post by kyrian on Jan 10, 2013 14:31:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/AoE/KyrianWallpaper3-1.jpg); border: 4px double #3598FD, bTable] | [style=width:450px; height:250px; background: #000000; overflow: auto; font-family: times; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing:2px; padding:5px; opacity: 0.55;]Kyrian chuckled softly as Nell stated that he was just jealous of her comic genius. "Oh right, like I couldn't come up with something better than 'rock your world'." He rolled his eyes teasingly, watching her as she worried internally about the spar. And then she was actually apologizing, just as he'd known she would, and she was open to his attack. It was a weakness that anyone who knew anything about her would know. They could take advantage of that. It would be her biggest weakness in battle, the fact that she would hold herself back for fear of hurting her enemy.
"You've gotta stop thinking so much about it, Nell, babe. It could get you burnt to a little crispy criter, which would not be very attractive. I know that because its me, you're likely to go a bit easier, but you can't let yourself do that. Set yourself into the battle mindframe, where I am no longer Kyrian, your friend... I am Kyrian, your enemy. One you must not hold back with, because I will not hold back with you. Okay?" he asked simply as he watched her carefully before he noticed her looking at something and as she pointed and asked her question, he tugged his shirt down rapidly. Shit, must have risen up when he'd dodged or something. "Nah, its cool, I'm fine," he stated smiling slightly, but of course, she wasn't about to take that for an answer.
And soon enough, she was tugging his shirt back up to look at the burn marks on his skin from his own cigarette. Twelve small burns in the shape of a heart given to him by one of his fuck buddies. He winced slightly as she looked back up at him and released his shirt and he shrugged slightly. "Nah. I mean, I had a bandage on it for a day or so, but it just kept getting bunched under the waistband of my pants. The leather doesn't agrivate it quite as much. It just looks bad now 'cause I'm wearing jeans today and the fabric is rougher against my skin," he explained, offering her another smile. "It's nothing, really, Nell. No reason to get all in a tiff." He hadn't thought about the training session when he'd gotten dressed that morning. He would have worn a longer shirt, probably. He was mentally cursing himself.
He hoped she'd just drop it. It was unlikely, but he could still hope, right? Maybe if he told her it was an accident. Yeah. 'Sorry, I accidently burnt myself twelve times.' That didn't sound like it'd work. But it was common knowledge amongst his friends that he did smoke. He liked to smoke. He often got hounded by a lot of his friends for smoking as much as he did, but hell, he was dying anyway. Why not have some fun while he was at it? He looked up at her, wondering if she was going to press the issue or not.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jan 11, 2013 17:09:26 GMT -5
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hundred years, hundred more someday we may see a woman king.
Biting her lip as Kyrian spoke, she only nodded at first. He was right, of course he was right. Boy knew what he was talking about. But she couldn't help it, even if she wanted to change and be better at this. "I can't see you as my enemy, you're Ky," she said before sighing and giving in. "I get it, though. It's just...weird. I'm not a fighter or anything, I'm not like you." Not that he was getting into fights all around campus, but he knew how to fight and he could stand up for himself. She envied that sort of confidence, something that she didn't have in herself.
However, she didn't want to fight him after discovering that he was already injured. Nell didn't like to be a pushy person. Overall, you couldn't consider her one at all. She was easy-going, let people do their own thing. Unfortunately, she also preoccupied herself with other people's health and well-being, going so far as to hold herself personally responsible. Growing up, that was the only type of relationship she knew -- taking care of people. She didn't know how else to treat people. And she wouldn't believe that he was just fine, not with that.
Her shoulders sagged. He told her that he had kept it wrapped up but had since taken it off, and of that she certainly did not approve. She was incredibly worried, the feeling swallowing her up. "It will end up being exacerbated if you keep it uncovered long enough." Cigarette burns were terrible, in both the lasting pain and the fact that they could scar so bad. "You know how bad this is, right? I mean...it's not just one, either." Her eyebrows crinkled, and she looked up at his eyes, a question in her own. Or rather, multiple questions, such as how and why and when. Even after having them for a while, they could still cause pain.
He told her he got into a tiff, and she didn't know whether or not to believe that because it wouldn't have been a regular tiff. But she accepted it anyway, didn't want to push, at least not unless this showed up again. Shaking her head, she asked, "We can go to the medical wing. If there's a Fire there, they can heal that up." She figured Josh might be working today, but if not another Fire elemental there could get the skin back to its usual smooth paleness. Well, after some irritation and redness. "It would feel much better," she added, as a way to goad him into agreeing with her. She could have also tossed in that it would make her stop mother henning, but she didn't want to guilt the Water. Yet.
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