Practice Makes Perfect (Razkar)

by **Buras** on March 16th, 2014, 7:18 pm

36 of Spring, 514, Sunset Quarters.

Buras walked through the Sunset Quarters, using his quarter staff as a walking stick. He said we would meet again, but not where or when. Well I decided the when, now where is he?

He remembered walking home from Carver and Cutter, wondering what to do with his new quarter staff. He thought about putting some metal caps on the end, but decided it would be to hard and cost to much if he got someone to do it. So straight home he went. Once he got to his tent, he decided to get to grips with his new weapon. Stepping out of his tent, he walked to a semi-clear patch of ground, away from Teddy (his horse) and other people, he begins to practice. At first the thing was unwieldy, but eventually, he got used to it. After a while, he was able to move, kinda, smoothly between blocking and striking. He even got up the nerve to try and spin it in a circle in front of him, and promptly dropped it. Well, I should probably stick to the basics here. Day in, day out, Buras practiced, trying more complex swings and jabs. He couldn't wait to verse Razkar, he would get a surprise when next they fought. Then he realized, this was the day to test himself against Razkar.

Deciding to figure out where to go instead of wondering around aimlessly, Buras looks for the current land lord Jillene, and finds here. Asking her where Razkar is, he gets a short, don't-care-but-I'll-answer-anyway kind of answer.

"Thanks for the directions." Buras mutters quietly to himself as he walks away from her. Walking through the crowded streets of the Sunset Quarters, Buras isn't sure if he should be careful or not. Most of the people didn't pay any attention to him, and those that did didn't give him a second glance. He was also amazed at all the stalls. Everything was on sale here, wrinkled apples and pears, necklaces, and he even saw a saddle. But those weren't the only thing on sale, services of all different kinds were there.

Following the directions, Buras finds Razkar's apartment. Walking up to the door, Buras bangs on it with his quarter staff. "Razkar? You home?" After saying that, Buras stops his knocking and takes a small step back, waiting to see if Razkar was home or not.

by **Razkar** on March 17th, 2014, 11:41 pm

He slept better these days, but not perfectly. Some nights he would go to sleep with an honest ache in his bones from his training, vanish into oblivion and awake, fresh as if a bell or a day had flown by.

Those were the nights he longed for. Warm, faceless, formless oblivion, without end or birth or memory to haunt him. Then there were other nights...

Where the Myrian was assailed by the opposite; by the restless and accusing dead. The loss of Edreina seemed to call other ghosts to him when rude reality was no longer a bar to them. Ayatah, lost in the Isle of Darva; Tinnok, abandoned to Goddess-knew-what fate in the jungle; his mother, a pain long-buried and dealt with, now returned, given new venom by the guilt that ravaged him.

Those nights were fewer, but when they came... Razkar welcomed the deliverance-

"Razkar? You home?"

-that voice and the hammering of wood-on-wood bare feet away jerked him from Nysel's domain like great strong hands ripping him from drowning waters. The Myrian came to in a gasp on messy, sweat-soaked sheets, naked and panting and unsure if the sparse room was true or another lie of his-

Wait... I know that voice... don't I?

Well, he thought as he scrambled for his loincloth and breeches, disdaining anything else for the moment, he certainly knows you. And, being the cautious sort that he was, he slowly, silently slid his gladius from his sheath, stepped with tiger-like tread to the side of the door...

Don't let your shadow fall across the bottom. They'll know you're there.

The Myrian leaned over and pressed his eye briefly to the "safe-eye" that he'd come to appreciate. They were popular in Sunberth, apparently; not surprising in a city that was paranoid and rapacious in equal measure. Basically a small circle of glass set into the door, about head height, it allowed anyone to see who was coming to call without the risk of opening the door.

Razkar did just that, gladius cocked back to stab through the wood if-

Oh. Him. Wait? What day is...?

"... ah, shyke."

You did give your word.

No, I just told the barbarian when to come and see me.

There is a difference?

Unwilling to argue with that dangerous train of thought, Razkar muttered darkly to himself and unbolted his door, gladius tucked behind him, opening the door just wide enough to check around Buras if he wasn't alone... and then opening it wide if he truly was.

The Myrian blinked, nodded a greeting... then cocked an eyebrow at the thing that had dented his door.

"I see you took my advice," he said with a scratch of his messy vine-nest of black hair, "Oak, I take it?

by **Buras** on March 20th, 2014, 12:36 am

I see you took my advice. Oak, I take it?"Razkar said.

"Why yes, it is oak. Cost me five silver for it. Thought about putting some metal caps on the ends but decided not to." Buras says pointedly looking at the dent in the door.

Looking past Razkar, Buras sees a sparsely furnished room. Might as well have nothing in it, it was just a bed and a night stand. And I thought I didn't have much. But, instead, Buras says, "So, may I come in? I have to see if I got any better with this thing."

Lifting his quarter staff to show what that thing was, Buras lifts a questioning eyebrow. He had a plan to win, and that plan went righ along with this thought, I didn't forget about what you first taught me. Fuck fair.

by **Shai** on June 15th, 2014, 3:42 am

However hopeless the situation appears to be

There yet always exists the possibility of putting up a stubborn resistance

Buras :

Check :

Closed Practice Makes Perfect (Razkar)