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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/7/2017 11:14:32 PM
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[b]Practice Makes Imperfect
Tatakoi Plains, 6:00
Natalie "Nat" Elidan[/b]
[i]"Breathe. Five seconds in, three seconds out. Repeat it. Feel it. Feel the heavy breaths, feel the weight behind them. Feel it pull them down on your lungs like rocks."
Natalie's hand guided the staff in her hand. She felt the weapon running along the length of her arm, across her back. She saw the head of it pointed at the tree downwind from her, the glowing purple crystal staring at the bark like a dog stared down a treat. She saw the tree restlessly rustle, the leaves falling gracefully onto the grassy ground below them. It was calming, a state much like a trance that she put herself into. The tree shook violently as it slipped out of the ground, snaking it's roots up and into the air above it. Then with a spin of her staff, Natalie brought it to the front side of her person and sent the tree flying somewhere behind her. It skidded to a halt on the ground maybe fifteen feet away, and she held the staff with either hand now. The power in her weapon felt living, it felt strong. She lifted it once more and sent it flying into the air now, like an eagle soaring high. It hit an eagle, funnily enough, which made Natalie laugh at the comparison. The tree came crashing down to earth a moment later although a burst of energy knocked it off the path, sending it flying outwards and away from Nat like a baseball when hit by a big, invisible bat. [/i]
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[i]"Oh -blam!- I walked right into that, didn't I? I mean, yeah, anything goes." [/i]
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Rose busted out laughing then, rolling onto her back then as she held her sides.
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[i]Nat joined in on the laughing, letting it die down only a minute afterwards. "Alright, alright. So, since this will inevitably come up - I take it you're a fighter?" [/i]
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"Obviously, you didn't see the weapon?" She gestured to the hilt on her back, a trick weapon and currently in its gladius form.
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[i]"No actually. You a swordfighter?" [/i]
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"Depends, I use a trick weapon, so its mixed fighting styles."
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[i]"Trick weapon?" [/i]
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"It turns into different weapons, like from a sword to a spear, spear to a gun and vice versa."
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[i]"Oh, I have one of those!" [/i]
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"What's yours do? I'm a sucker for weapons."
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[i]"Goes from a staff, which acts as basically a catalyst for my magic, to a sword. It's simple, but effective." [/i]
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"Interesting, never understood magic really."
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[i]"It's just a thing you... I dunno, do. Like breathing, or eating, or banging. You get used to it." [/i]
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"Well, if I ever get around to it, I could learn it then."
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[i]"Hell, I can try to teach you." [/i]
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"Maybe, but now now though, some other time.
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[i]"Definitely, now really isn't the time. Especially since I almost crushed you with a tree." [/i]
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"Yeah, that was scary enough." She let out a half chuckle then.
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[i]"I'm sure that sword could've chopped it. Probably." [/i]
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"Eh, maybe. Might be a bit too short though."
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[i]"Nahhh, short things can do big work." [/i]
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Rose laughed again then, her mind hearing something far different, about something other than a sword
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[i]Nat chuckled as well; she knew how it came out. [/i]
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"Well, at least we're both versed in naughty humor."
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[i]"Of course, it's the best kind." [/i]
