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acatalepsy_logs2018-11-11 11:00 am
metagame) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2018-11-11 11:00 am
CLOSED ▼ AMAZING
Who: Wash, Morrigan, eventual OTA
Where: Fighting Ring, the Temple of Beginnings
When: Before Akvos
Rating PG-13; minor violence and language
What: I don't even know.
I. ▼ there's frustration in this one - closed to Wash
[Foreign - European swords are heavy. He's not used to the extra weight in the blade. It makes for somewhat clumsy footwork and overcompensation on the swing-pivot. Khopesh are much better suited for his style.
Unfortunately, Astoria's lacking a dedicated blacksmith among the Circle and her servants. Not that he knows ideal measurements for a sturdy khopesh outside of its shape and feel. Feelings alone can't make a good sword. He works at his shoulder, adjusts his grip, and takes another swing with a forward slashing motion. Muscle memory carries him for a quarter step turn where he abruptly stops short due to the sword's lack of hook. He catches himself before any accident could occur. (Horus' Eye, he's thankful he wore his sandals opposed to Yugi's boots this morning.)
First archery, now this... Ugh. Must he swallow his pride?]
II. ▼ cats to that - closed to Morrigan with eventual OTA
[Osiris scuttles through dried leaves, their small talons crunching them for the novelty of the sound. Every so often they tilt their head up to sniff the air with both tongues; eventually they catch a particular scent that drives them from their leafy-amusement, enough to even pick-up speed necessary for flight. Atem figures it's a rodent (they're almost always hungry), and with a heavy sigh lifts from his resting spot to follow the tiny beast back to the temple. Can't let them bite more than their mouths can chew... wait, can they even chew? He swears they swallow their food whole like a snake.
... It's a cat napping in a stray sunbeam. A cat. Osiris caught scent of a cat, and not one he recognizes from the temple either. Osiris' loud, hawk-like screech is the only warning for an impeding dive.
Oh no.]
III. ▼ wild card
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moezilla.]
Where: Fighting Ring, the Temple of Beginnings
When: Before Akvos
Rating PG-13; minor violence and language
What: I don't even know.
I. ▼ there's frustration in this one - closed to Wash
[Foreign - European swords are heavy. He's not used to the extra weight in the blade. It makes for somewhat clumsy footwork and overcompensation on the swing-pivot. Khopesh are much better suited for his style.
Unfortunately, Astoria's lacking a dedicated blacksmith among the Circle and her servants. Not that he knows ideal measurements for a sturdy khopesh outside of its shape and feel. Feelings alone can't make a good sword. He works at his shoulder, adjusts his grip, and takes another swing with a forward slashing motion. Muscle memory carries him for a quarter step turn where he abruptly stops short due to the sword's lack of hook. He catches himself before any accident could occur. (Horus' Eye, he's thankful he wore his sandals opposed to Yugi's boots this morning.)
First archery, now this... Ugh. Must he swallow his pride?]
II. ▼ cats to that - closed to Morrigan with eventual OTA
[Osiris scuttles through dried leaves, their small talons crunching them for the novelty of the sound. Every so often they tilt their head up to sniff the air with both tongues; eventually they catch a particular scent that drives them from their leafy-amusement, enough to even pick-up speed necessary for flight. Atem figures it's a rodent (they're almost always hungry), and with a heavy sigh lifts from his resting spot to follow the tiny beast back to the temple. Can't let them bite more than their mouths can chew... wait, can they even chew? He swears they swallow their food whole like a snake.
... It's a cat napping in a stray sunbeam. A cat. Osiris caught scent of a cat, and not one he recognizes from the temple either. Osiris' loud, hawk-like screech is the only warning for an impeding dive.
Oh no.]
III. ▼ wild card
[Have an idea? Feel free to private message this journal or
no subject
...
It's still trying to climb up after her. Seriously? Ugh.] Leave me be, you daft creature.
[...If the creature is successful however, she will hop down and hide behind the very person it sunk claw and teeth into.
Potentially big mistake? Yep.]