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Post by CECILIA S. on Jun 19, 2013 1:53:25 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/0B7Rh.png); padding:10px; border-radius:20px; moz-border-radius:20px; border:3px #282828 solid ,BTable] 사랑은 알수록 나빠질 수밖에 없나봐 Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad Shopping was a bother.
It was her mother's task at home, her father's after the accident, never hers though. The blacksmith supposed that was an err in their parenting style, never teaching the woman how to properly stock your cupboards with vittles.
Oh well, she managed just fine. Sure, being without food for a few days was annoying but hey, she got to it eventually. Cecilia actually went grocery shopping!
In her left hand was the grocery bags, stuffed with produce and microwavable goods as, in Cecilia's mind, putting more than five minutes into dinner was an utter waste of time.
Her sword bobbed gently as she walked, her arm was crooked so as to hold the grocery bag. The wind was blowing gently, mid after-noon on a thursday, her day off. Not that she was planning on resting, no after she did her housework it would be straight to training. She was, after all, the only one in town with any decent fighting skill meaning if anything happened it was on her.
She wasn't one for distractions so she wasn't really sure why they caught her eye, the useless little ice trinkets catching and reflecting the light of the sun. Perhaps it was because no-one in her town had the time or energy budget to make things with no practical value? Either way, the girl stopped to look at them, sitting in the display case. And before long she found herself pushing the door to the shop open as she continued to study the little ice figurines.
What craftsmanship these little things displayed. She stopped to examine a little icy rose bud. What a waste of craftsmanship. |
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Post by xana on Jun 19, 2013 7:04:19 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] | | | so many different faces | | [atrb=vAlign, top] | [atrb=vAlign, top] | | [atrb=vAlign, top]"Ahh... Business is so slow today..." Needless to say, Damian was quite bored. Not that anyone could tell, with his mask and headband covering a good three fourth of his face. The only way one can read any emotion off of him is through his only visible eye, but even that's a chore.
He took a look around his shop. He was actually pretty proud of creating these wonderful pieces of art, though it does drain him after creating, say, a few dozen. Putting enough magic inside each and every piece to keep them from melting is tough work. But the benefits outweigh the cost. He has a natural source of AC! ...Then again, it does get quite chilly during the winter.
Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a woman his age wearing all black. She seemed to be taking an interest in the little rose bud he had made just a few days ago. He smiled a little and decided to walk on over to her. "You can touch them, y'know. They won't melt nor break easily."
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Post by CECILIA S. on Jun 30, 2013 12:56:29 GMT -6
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She shifted the grocery bags in her arms a little as she continued to study the main small figurines, breath becoming visible as she drew close enough.
"You can touch them, y'know. They won't melt nor break easily."
Oh? He was quiet. Cecilia turned upwards to look at the white-haired man, about her age, decently fit and probably the maker of the little trinkets. Her sword bobbed a little and she reached out to stabilize it. ”How long did it take you to make these?” She somewhat ignored the man’s question, cutting straight to the chase. No, Cecilia had little time for idle chit-chat, just what was deemed socially necessary before she’d head back home to try and practice.
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Post by xana on Jul 1, 2013 18:00:34 GMT -6
Damian took note of the sword that was on her side. It looked like it was used pretty often, if the condition of the hilt wasn't proof enough. It has been some time since he last practiced his swordsmanship in a real spar. The best he had was hacking and slashing on targets he made out of wood and other materials he could find. Maybe they could have a friendly spar. If not with their swords, then at least with wooden ones. That way there isn't a risk of losing a joint or limb.
He moved his visible eye over to the rose bud Cecilia took interest in and hummed. "That rose bud took about a minute, give or take a couple of seconds. The hardest creation was a life-sized swan. Y'know, for those fancy parties. That one took quite a few minutes, as well as a nice chunk of my magic."
He turned his head slightly to the side and grabbed a small see-through bell, making it chime as he grabbed it by the string holding it. "Name's Damian Lancaster, owner of Glacial Radiance, soon-to-be P.E. teacher, and a decent fighter. And that sword of yours looks like it's well-made and well-used. If you don't mind, I'd like to request a spar."
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Post by CECILIA S. on Jul 16, 2013 18:03:22 GMT -6
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"That rose bud took about a minute, give or take a couple of seconds. The hardest creation was a life-sized swan. Y'know, for those fancy parties. That one took quite a few minutes, as well as a nice chunk of my magic."
”Ah,” Cecelia turned back towards the flowers, mumbling something about the ‘wealthy’s wastefulness’ before the man chimed a little, clear bell and introduced himself as Damian. ”Cecelia,” she answered curtly. ”Blacksmith." Se delayed in giving the man an answer to his question. In truth, her hand floating to hold the hilt of her sword. Cecilia preferred to train alone. It was easier for her. Furthermore she had no way to judge the man's skills, it was very likely he was a novice, someone not worth her time.
She shifted her grocery bags a little, before finally asking "Do you know a place?" She did not, after all and learning of one would be nice, even if the session itself was a waste.
ooc: sorry, she's kinda cocky also just a suggestion if you aren't sure where to have it but having it in the forest would be cute because she would not like it and have to pretend not to be spooked and maybe even spook
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Post by xana on Jul 16, 2013 18:49:20 GMT -6
Damian took note of Cecilia's curtness, but decided to say nothing of it. Her tone of voice reeked of something foul; whatever it was, he didn't like it. Well, at least she accepted the challenge. He eye-smiled as he spoke. "Ah, yes. I know of a few good places. Just let me get my stuff."
He went behind the counter and went upstairs to his room. Underneath his bed, he took out a wooden box. He opened it, revealing a few things he had brought from his old home. After taking out his father's traditional wakizashi, he closed the box and pushed it under his bed again.
A few moments later, Damian came down with two wakizashi, one with a wooden handle and sheathe, and the other expertly painted black with an elaborate pattern. He walked past the counter and motioned Cecilia to follow him as he walked out the door.
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Post by CECILIA S. on Jul 18, 2013 13:25:14 GMT -6
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He excused himself, leaving Cecelia alone in the store-front. The woman narrowed her eyes as he left, turning back to study the many elaborate sculptures as she waited, looking for clues to how the trinkets, beyond magic, were made.
He returned within a few minutes, two small wakizahi in his nimble hands. From afar Cecelia could tell they were well made, one was also quite the antique. He made the gesture for Cecelia to follow and she nodded, walking after him behind the counter and out the back door.
”Where are we headed?” she asked upon catching up. The sun filtered down upon the well-maintained path of the town, she looked casually for a sign but none was, at this time, to be found.
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Post by xana on Jul 18, 2013 16:29:30 GMT -6
"Hn? Oh, sorry... I didn't quite catch what you said." And the truth of the matter was, he was being honest. He unconsciously took the scenic route and got lost in the sights, completely tuning out Cecilia.
That, and he was thinking about his current arms. He had three ice needles in each of the six cylinder pockets on his chest area, making a total of 18. The jacket was also weighted, adding about 35 pounds. He'll probably start off with using his own sword. If she proved a challenge, the jacket comes off.
Thankfully, though, Damian remembered he didn't ask her where he was taking her. "Hm... We can go to the school, and spar at the fields. Or, we can go to the forest." He turned his head back so he could see her as he walked forward.
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Post by CECILIA S. on Jul 25, 2013 16:28:22 GMT -6
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Her lips formed a natural pout, short dark hair bobbing as she took her long, smooth strides to catch up with the white-haired man.
"Hm..” He said, his baritone voice muffled by the thin mask. His hair rustled in the wind as he turned to look at her. “We can go to the school, and spar at the fields. Or, we can go to the forest."
Her answer, in its typical harsh tone, was given almost instantly after the word ‘forest’ was spoken, ”The school.” Her strides quickened, she knew where that was, normally she wouldn’t have practiced there. It seemed, to be honest, like a silly location. Too many children. But it really wasn’t much of a choice.
She caught up to the man and began to outpace him.
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Post by xana on Jul 26, 2013 21:30:05 GMT -6
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"The school."
Damian blinked once as he watched Cecilia pick up her pace and pass him by. His eyes followed her as she breezed by, noticing a few signs of... ...Distress? Fear? Maybe apprehension. Whatever it was, he shoved it to the back of his mind and sighed, picking up his own pace to catch up with her.
Once he caught up, he slowed down his pace to match her own, and looked on ahead. "So, Cecelia, I noticed you eyeing my merchandise back at the shop. Do you like any one in particular?"
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Post by CECILIA S. on Jul 27, 2013 1:43:09 GMT -6
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Gingerly, she walked. Her dark hair bobbing with every step she took, her eyes intently focused on whatever was straight ahead.
He was quiet, even when she knew he was there. It was hard to hear his steps as he reached her pace. "So, Cecilia He said in his calm voice, with his calm, smiling eye. "I noticed you eyeing my merchandise back at the shop. Do you like any one in particular?"
"They're all lovely." She said. ""I, unfortunately, see little point in their production or their purpose] was with that statement that they reached the old school, with its ruddy red bricks and open windows. Cecelia slowed her pace as she didn't know her way around the building. She turned to look expectantly at the man.
ooc: sorry she's a derp
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