A Sword's Point (Iblette)

Talya practices her dagger with a girl named Iblette.

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A Sword's Point (Iblette)

Postby Talya on June 13th, 2015, 5:22 pm

Timestamp: Summer 30, 515 AV

Talya was within the courtyard just in front of the University. Or at least, she thought it was in front of the University, as she hadn't quite learned the names of all the buildings yet. In any case, she found herself situated on a large, rectangular stretch of grass, which several of the city's citizens seemed to frequent. As, she saw quite a number of people sitting around the area, some simply talking, others sunbathing, some snacking on things they had stored in their packs, and others yet, performing other mundane tasks. But such could not be said of Talya. For in this space, situated directly beneath the clear blue sky, with its light smattering of fluffy white clouds, behind which the sun poked out periodically, she saw only a large open space. A vast training ground for her to practice the use of her dagger, and even, perhaps her magic if she chose to sheath the blade and study the multitude of people that she now found to be all around her.

But not now. For now, Talya would dance with her dagger. It had been awhile since she held it. Since she had had it within her hand. The wire hilt pressing lightly into her palm, while the blade glinted lightly within the sun's rays. The sheath, still strapped to her thigh, hidden, entirely out of view. She took a deep breath as she brought it forward, and turned it over a few times, marveling in how the metal had been laid just as much as she was allowing herself but a moment to reacquaint herself with its weight. Its balance, not only in blade, but between that and tang. That and the hilt.

With another deep breath, in through her nose and out through her mouth, Talya finally pulled the blade back, returning her arm to her side. In another heart beat, she had assumed a basic, starting position. An initial, lightly defensive, lightly offensive, stance. Her right foot was positioned about a fourteen inches in front of the left. It was pointed to the north, the space directly ahead of her, while the left was pointed to the left side of her body, so that together, they formed a roughly ninety degree angle with one another. Her upper body was turned toward the left side, so that she only presented parts of her hip and the right side of her body to her invisible opponent. Her left hand, the one devoid of the dagger, had been tucked neatly behind her back, as one might find a fencer doing. Although this, she found, often felt awkward to her, and it would likely slip to her side in the midst of battle. Her right arm was cocked; bent at the elbow, and held so that her hand was about a foot in front of her and level with her upper breast. The dagger was held firmly, but not too tightly where her skin blanched between her enclosed fingers; her fist. The blade turned backward, so that it rested lightly against the skin of her arm, the point by her elbow.

Tal took a final deep breath, preparing herself for the first of her practice strikes, before she slid her right foot forward, as she pulled her right arm out and to her side, before sweeping it back in so that the blade followed an inward arc, as though to slash across the chest, or throat. She then swept her right foot around in a half circle, twisting her body as she kept her arm out and let the blade twist with her. Follow her as she stepped forward with the right again, and then the left. Pulling the blade in, before thrusting it out in an awkward jab, which she knew wouldn't serve her well in battle.

Talya sighed, as she breathed again, and pulled back. Retracting body and arm as the sun blazed on her skin; adding darker shadowed hues to what already was. Although, it lightened the jet of her hair in slight; caused it to shimmer as much as her skin would have in the middle of the night.
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Postby Iblette on June 13th, 2015, 9:37 pm

Of the many different peoples that were part of the mass, none of them stood out like Iblette did, and none looked as suspicious as she did. But none of them had stopped to stare as she tiptoed excitedly around, not knowing where to settle to admire her new addition.

She finally found a small rectangular area of grass to sit, and once she did, she unfolded her arms to reveal a sword and its scabbard. What a find this was for her! She had never owned a weapon before, no less knew how to use it. It was cheap, but well made. She slowly pulled on the handle to reveal the blade, and her eyes shown with anticipation at seeing the new and shiny sword. She ran her hand along the top of the blade to feel the polished metal against her fingers. What a luster it held!

She looked around her fervently to see if any others had seen, and then quickly re-sheathed it, setting it down on her lap and picking up her violin. Since she became excited easily, her violin was an easy and quick way for her to calm down. She began to play, letting the solemn but energetic pace of the chords soothe her emotions. Others began to stop their going-a-bouts and began to listen to her, enjoying the subtle but nice change of atmosphere.
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Postby Talya on June 20th, 2015, 4:08 pm

Talya took another deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. She closed her eyes, shutting out the dark before taking another and then opening them. A bead of sweat trickled down her brow, over the bridge of her nose, before spiraling down the side of her cheek. It was cool, and with the wind, nearly enough to send a shiver up the length of her spine. Enough to make her think that she should resume her movement. So again, she let her right foot slight forward, while the left hung back. Twisting till the point pointed left, and the right ahead. The spacing farther than before, as though she had been forced into a lunge for one reason or another, and was now faced with the task of coming out of it. Her right hand, laden with the blade, was held down at her side, but it slowly rose until the arm was cocked ahead of her, and the left, simply hung limp at the side of her body. Again, she breathed deeply, before letting her left foot slight forward, her blade bearing arm out, as though she were trying to knock her opponent back to make room for an impending strike. As the step ceased but a foot's length behind the lead, Talya swept her right foot across the ground in a crescent shape, so that she turned to face what she once had her back to. The blade swung with her as she darted a few steps back, and then moved in again with a slight twist, as though she were trying to move around the back of her imaginary opponent, and stab them there.

Talya took another deep breath and then, stepped forward, thrusting her blade out as though she were jabbing an opponent in the head, with the dagger an added attachment to her arm, intended to do a greater amount of damage than a mere punch may. She followed up with a few quick steps, moving her blade-wielding arm out and in again repeatedly, as though she were somehow managing to back her opponent against a wall. That was when the sound of the violin cut through her quieted trance. The serenity she often found when dancing with her blade. She found the sound sad and melancholic. Although it had stronger, more passionate lilts that made it seem far more lively and less depressing. She would have said that the player than, at least knew what it was that they were doing. That they had practiced as much as the instrument as she had with her blade. That although whoever it was wasn't particularly talented just yet, at least they weren't making a racket, and she supposed, as such, she would be able to continue largely undisturbed.

Talya allowed a curious grin to cross her lips, as she thought, perhaps, she could practice in time with the music's tones. As such, she drew herself up again, and regained her more traditional, starting position. As the music rose into a high note, Tal shot forward, and as it crashed, she turned and pulled her blade wielding arm out, and then back, as though she were slaying something that had come up behind her. As the notes softened, she danced away to face more oncoming invisible opponents, and as the notes picked up again, ever so slightly, she danced between them. Her feet rocking back and forth as she shifted her weight, and brought her blade up- left, right, left, left, under towards the hip, up by the shoulder, blocking imaginary attacks. The music crashing again, leading her into a dip, from which she swept her blade up, as though she were drawing it up the length of an opponent's chest.

At this point, the music began to speed up, and she found it harder to keep up with her footwork, especially now that she was beginning to break more of a sweat. Even though, Talya did her best to try, and concentrated as hard as she could to keep all the other sounds out- her breathing, her heartbeat, a hundred little conversations about nothing, the birds singing. But it didn't work, there was to much, she was to overloaded, to tired. So she pulled herself up, sheathed her weapon, and with some level of sorrow and annoyance, crossed over to the violinist to listen better, to whatever portion of the song remained. She found that the woman playing seemed young. That she had curly blonde hair, and pale skin with golden undertones, as though to match the lock's radiance. Her eyes were a bright blue, as though completing the overall sunny day theme; a sharp contrast to her blackened eyes, and darker features. Then there were the scales, shimmering in the sunlight. Sometimes appearing a pale pink, if not a soft blue. A Konti, Talya realized as the waves of sound washed over her, allowing a strange sense of relaxation to ease its way into her lightly aching muscles.

Talya listened for a few moments; studying the woman. The way her curls fell over her shoulders. The way her eyes shut with some of the notes, and her hands held the thing that made the music on the violin. She wasn't sure what it was called. So she'd just call it a stick, she guessed. She seemed to hold it so delicately, gingerly even, as though it may break, and yet, the Konti drew it over the strings so aggressively at times, that the contrast startled her, and made Talya wonder how they simply, didn't snap. But this didn't draw her the way the shimmering scales did, or her skin. Bits that strangely, reminded her of the luminance of her own god. Nor, after the woman's arms had shifted during her play, even her body, swaying in tune with some of the notes, did Talya miss the sheathed sword in her lap. It seemed short for her, and this, she guessed had more to do with the woman's short stature, and the apparent frailty of her frame than anything else.

So when the song finally stopped, Talya clapped politely. But it was one of those slow-paced, half-hearted things. And when she was done, Talya approached, although she knew not what drew her to the Konti and said. "I've never seen a Konti with a sword before," as though her previous performance had been entirely forgotten. But then again, she had never seen a Konti that hadn't been enslaved by some petching pompous human back in Ravok either. "Do you know your way around it?" she asked, "the way you know your way around your violin?"

Now that she thought about it, Talya supposed she did at least have to mention it.
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Postby Iblette on June 20th, 2015, 4:36 pm

Just as the tones of the chords flowed in Iblette's head, they danced on her fingers, allowing the unpredicted pace of her thoughts to determine the sounds. It seemed that this was her way of screaming, without screaming. A way of getting out all her feelings and emotions, without people having to know what they were about. The good, the bad, the ugly, and sometimes the unrecognizable that stuck in her mind, were released on the music, carrying them away and out of her head forever.

Iblette had seen the Ethaefal seem to step to the beat of the music, but it didn't register with her clearly, as it wasn't a priority. She hadn't even the slightest clue what she was, even though she sported a human look. She herself sported a human look, but that didn't mean that she was, either. Therefore, she attempted not to assume her race. She continued to play until she felt otherwise.

Once she had finished, she drew the bow gently, letting a little, high ended lip finish off the unspoken thoughts for that day. She suddenly heard clapping, and looked up to see that the woman she had spotted earlier was standing above her, applauding her. She made a small bow, her head coming down and up again. She listened intently to the woman's comment:

"I've never seen a Konti with a sword before," this remark triggered Iblette's memory, and she looked down at her lap as the woman continued, "Do you know your way around it? As you do your violin?" Iblette looked back up as the woman finished. Standing up and grabbing her things, she replied.

"Sadly, no, I do not. My violin is only a remnant of my youth. I've only bought this sword today, and I haven't the slightest clue how to use it. I was going to pay for lessons, but I hear they are expensive." Iblette sadly admitted. She, unfortunately, bought the sword on impulse, and the idea of using it for self defense was pushed to the back of her thoughts. It was there, but it wasn't as prominent as simply owning a sword. She had no clue about the responsibility, nor management of a sword, and therefore felt bad for making such a terrible purchase. What was she even going to do with it?
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Postby Talya on June 20th, 2015, 6:41 pm

"Most things are," Talya replied. "It's a shame, perhaps, for if only we remembered to trade good for good, service for service more often, perhaps not so much of the world would live poorly and in destitution." She offered a curious grin as her eyes trailed over the length of the sheathed weapon. "Perhaps if you joined the local guard they would teach you, but perhaps also, that sort of life is not one you seek, and instead, only, you wish to learn how to protect yourself from harm." Her eyes glimmered. "Come," she continued, as she allowed her eyes to settle on the blue of the blonde woman's, and she began to weave her hypnotic djed into her words; seeking to disarm the Konti, to sway her, if only slightly with the help of some fainter suggestions. "It seems unlikely that the stances, and majority of thrusts and sweeps that come with wielding a dagger differ largely from those of a weapon with a longer blade. A sword." She shifted her weight from one foot to the next, as her hand fell naturally onto the concealed hilt of her own dagger; strapped to her right thigh. "Come," she began again as her heart proceeded to beat a little faster with the expenditure of her djed.

If she had been another person, a kinder one, or more trusting individual, perhaps she would have held out her hand to the Konti, offering it as a way to bridge whatever gap remained between them. More or less, so she could ultimately get her way. "We can train together. You can learn the basic stances- and then the rest, which is simply a grouping of parrying and counters. Accompanied by footwork- dodging and blocks, offensive maneuvers and more defensive ones." She paused. "What do you say?" she softened her smile, tried to edge the glint out of her eyes, although such was nearly impossible for anyone to do she supposed. "We can keep the weapons sheathed if you'd like. It would bruise us when we hit, but at least we wouldn't be hacking each other to pieces if that's what you'd be worried about."

OOCHypnotic stuff will be italicized. Regular speech shall not be. Thoughts are in bold.
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Postby Iblette on July 11th, 2015, 10:04 pm

"I see." Iblette paused to listen to her words, heeding everything. She tried to drink in all she could, but the woman talked faster than she was used to. The only thing that seemed to stick in her mind was the woman enticing her to follow.

Iblette didn't know why she was so compelled to, but she did. It was almost a trance, as if she was being led blindly by a leash. Once she saw that the woman had finished talking, they were in the middle of the square area of grass, and Iblette saw her hand go for a small sheath on her right hip. Her stare froze there as her eyes seemed to widen a little.

"You wish to..." Iblette stopped to choose her words wisely, "Engage me?"
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Postby Talya on July 12th, 2015, 12:40 pm

Talya chuckled. There was something more to Konti; something that ran beyond the pale nature of their hair, the lithe nature of their bodies, accompanied by their short statures, the way their lips parted into pouts, and the near agelessness of their forms that had always made her see them as one of the weaker races, at least when it came to combat. Sure, the fact that they all seemed like they were children, even though they may be two hundred years old didn't help at all, but there was something that ran deeper within them, or at least the majority she had seen, (even if they had all been slaves), that made her wonder if they were even capable of protecting themselves, or if they were one of those people who would always find themselves being exploited. Always find themselves in situations that made them uncomfortable, those they didn't want to be in, until they learned to rise up against their faceless oppressors. Namely the masses- humans and their subsets, although there were others too. There were always others too; and the thought amazed her, for she still couldn't believe how much her mind churned after such a simple instance, such a minute phrase, with ramifications, and complications, which would make most people's minds ache.

Talya shook her head lightly, to clear it as she tousled her long black mane. "You could say that," she responded, as she finished unfastening her sheathed dagger, and drawing it into the open air. "But do not worry, you will not be left blind to the manner of war; entirely unable to defend yourself." She paused a moment, as her eyes settled on Iblette. "Come," she urged her, "take your own blade and let us begin," she finished, before moving beside the girl and slipping into her favorite starting position. Her right foot about a foot ahead of the left. The toes directed to the north. The left foot dragging behind, and turned toward the left, so that both feet made a ninety degree angle together or so. She bent her right leg at the knee afterward, and leaned into it a little, as she twisted her body from the hip up, so that it was turned to the left. This way, she presented less of a target. Her arms she then bent at the elbows, and raised to hold before her. The left was held under the right, and they were about four inches apart. The left was a little closer to the chest though, and held across it in the opposite direction of the right, so that together, they formed a greater block of the chest. The right running in a diagonal upward line from its socket, the same as the left.

The dagger, Talya held in the reverse grip. The hilt was held firmly in her right hand, but not to the point where she was choking the wires, and the blade, (sheathed though it was), was held against the length of her arm, so that the point wound up being directed behind her. "This, you could argue, is the most basic stance," Talya explained, as she rocked back and forth on the soles of her feet. "Neither entirely defensive, or offensive, easy to move in and out of, to face whatever you may have to." She paused. "Take a moment to mirror it," she said, before realizing the backward grip may be awkward with a longer blade. Instantly, she twisted her wrist and brought the blade around, into a forward grip. Now, the blade was held so that it was directed outward, as one would see in a sword fight. "But hold your weapon in the forward grip, it may be too long to hold in reverse, and use as effectively." She paused, "I'm not entirely sure." Please forget it, she thought to herself.

When Iblette had taken to the stance, Talya would adjust anything that seemed amiss. Maybe kick her feet forward or back to stabilize the stance, or adjust the position of the sword, if she felt that she needed to, before smiling and saying "good." She would then move back around to the side of Iblette and begin again. "Your sword has a greater reach than a dagger, so there are different things you can do with it, different stances I have seen swordmen take when fighting them. For example-"

Talya set her feet in the same position as her previous starting stance, but then slid the right forward a bit more, so that they were maybe two to two and a half feet apart. Nearing a lunge, but not quite there yet. She then held her upper body in the same position, as she raised her blade over her head, and held it point facing forward, as though it were a bee's stinger, poised to strike. Her left hand she held out in front of her. With her index and middle finger raised, the others furled into the palm. "Something like this," she finished as she breathed deeply, "there could be variations to it I guess- different placements of the left hand for example. As some like to tuck it behind the back to keep it out of the way of combat, and of harm." She shrugged as she shifted and slipped into her first starting position, and a backward grip. "Just try whatever feels the most comfortable for now, I guess," Talya instructed, before taking a moment to check if Iblette's stance was correct as possible, before moving back to her side. She assumed that the Konti had no questions, as stance was always rather easy to get, and moved on.

"Now that you have a stance down, let us begin with slashing hits, which I think, will be the sort you use most commonly," Talya continued. "It's very simple," she added, as she flicked her wrist again, as she thought better of her grip, and moved her hold into a forward position. "You just sweep the blade really," she explained as she brought her dagger wielding arm up, and then slashed it back down in a vertical line in front of her, as though hacking at an imaginary opponent. She then breathed deeply in through her nose and out through her mouth, before raising the blade again, and cutting across her body diagonally, along the line with her belly button. She took another deep breath, repeated the process one more time, and then fell out of her stance, stepped forward, so that she was to the northeast of Iblette, and out of her range, and stood surveying her. "Now you try," Talya commanded.

OOCTalya wasn't trained formally by a teacher at the Institute, but by a friend, so she may not know some of the phrases she is using are likely a bit beyond her skill level. Feel free to ignore them completely, and largely disregard the smaller phrases too even, as her level in hypnotism is quite low. I won't be offended. ^^
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Postby Iblette on July 12th, 2015, 5:40 pm

The stance was a hard thing to understand at first. It seemed that the men Iblette observed were one with their swords, and that stances were on a mental back burner. Although feeling a little wobbly and unbalanced at first, she eventually learned how to center herself and control her body more easily.

This woman was quick, deadly even, and Iblette's natural reaction to such things was to move away. But something about her made her stay and listen to the words she spoke, no less do the things she did. What an odd contrast between two completely different women. After having a good handle on her stance, she attempted some of the moves the woman performed, and was very poor. It was discouraging, but she understood that she wouldn't perform to her liking within a day. This was the same process with her violin, she was just learning something new. She understood how patience would pay off.
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Postby Talya on July 14th, 2015, 12:49 am

Talya's dark eyes danced over Iblette's form as she took deep breaths, in through her nose and out through her mouth, in order to help regulate herself, and ensure that she didn't tire quite so soon. Her eyes darted over the placement of limbs- hands, legs, feet. They sailed over their extensions, making quiet notes of where the Konti's muscles seemed to bunch, where they seemed to ripple angrily, as though she were testing those the most. When she was done she looked at the sword, how it cut through the air. The long sweeping motions Iblette took when trying her hand at slashing. Talya thought she saw it wobble a few times. "You may want to choke up on the hilt a little more," the Ethaefal suggested, "it may make the blade a bit easier for you to hold, and offer a bit more control of it." But then she shrugged, she wasn't quite sure.

Whether or not the girl had complied with her suggestion, the Ethaefal would continue her lesson. "Again," she would insist, her eyes following the progression of the blade as soon as the Konti had, hopefully, repeated the motion. "Again," she would say when that one was over, and the Konti looked ready for another strike. "Try more of a diagonal slash now," she would suggest to her hopefully willing student. "Again," she would urge, despite any signs of exhaustion her student may be portraying now, as she was not used to wielding weapons it seemed. "Again," she'd cry as red flecks made their way into the darkness of her eyes. Flecks that grew gradually, and then seemed to spread, like veins. Lending the schlera and pupil a faint, crimson tone.

"Good," Talya would say. "Now just one more," she would urge. Hopefully, the Konti would comply, and she could smile down at her. "You're shaping up for your first battle, but now, I think, you must begin to learn your sweeps, as I like to call them." She paused, as a wave of exhaustion passed over her, and she was forced to shut her eyes, and hold them there a moment before opening them again, and letting her gaze settle on the Konti. "You see, your weapon isn't reduced to simple up and down cuts. They can move diagonally, as I have shown you, as well as across, and in all manner of directions. Observe," she finished, as she settled into her favorite starting position, with the dagger in a forward grip, after having taken a step farther away from Iblette, so as not to hurt her during the demonstration. She took a deep breath again, in through her nose and out through her mouth before pulling her right arm out to the side of her body, so that it appeared an extension of her shoulder, before sweeping it in toward her left shoulder, so that it cut across the air in a slightly arced line, around where an opponent's neckline may be. When she was done, she pulled it back across the same line, but more slowly, so it would be easier for Iblette to see, and settled back into her starting position.

"Now you try," Talya instructed, before thinking better of it. "It may be easier to try sweeps a little lower down than I did... like by a person's hip, until you get used to the weight of your sword." She shrugged. "You'll still get the motion down, and any cut you land can always be useful in a fight," she said with a smile. "And of course, once you've tried it out a few times on your own, you can always try hitting me." Her smile widened, her eyes seemed to sparkle; accentuating the red veins that ran through them. "Then you can start to figure out blocks from the motions taken, since side-stepping is pretty self-explanatory, and we can move into a slow-paced mock battle, to help you get used to the swing of things."

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Postby Iblette on July 15th, 2015, 3:53 pm

Iblette listened carefully to every word she spoke. She took the woman as a skilled warrior, and therefore expected her to know her craft. Whatever she commanded, Iblette so followed, being careful not to mess up or slack. The last thing she wanted was to injure herself or the woman unnecessarily.

As she took some swings, she realized that her motions wobbled every now and then, and she was slowly loosing grip on her sword. When the woman told her to move her grip closer to the hilt, she did so, and found an extremely different change. She seemed to have much better control over her sword after the switch, and that made her feel much more confident over wielding it.

After some simple motions, she turned to watch the woman perform a new trick that she could learn. Every sweep, step and swipe Iblette's eyes followed. Once she had completed the sequence, she stated:

"It may be easier to try the sweeps down lower than I have... Such as a person's hip. Do this until you get used to the weight of your sword." Iblette nodded quickly, and returned to her stance to practice once more.
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