Commander Marie and Will
Ret. Commander
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Meet the Commander: Champion of GOM's Second Sparring Tournament!
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on Aug 27, 2006 16:49:59 GMT -5
OOC: Jolly right, wot wot. *glareth* This'n's mine!
Hmm... *peers suspiciously at Duncan* There's only one other person I know who would be dumb enough to speak to me about male superiority... Does the name Alagador Swiftback the IV mean anything to you?
BIC: *The mouse had been sitting on a log at the edge of the sparring ring for quite some time, watching Aster and Saggi's fight with great interest. She leaned forward with her elbows on her knees and her paws clasped in front of her, intently watching the ongoing spar. The healthy young mouse wore a simple beige tunic that hung loosely from her shoulders and a pair of brown breeches that clung tightly to her fur. A leather belt, a pair of supple leather boots, and a silver earring, understated in its beauty, completed the look.
Commander Marie Blue-eyes Yewbow of Division One turned her sea-grey gaze around the arena. Seeing that a few more beasts had gathered, she stood to her full though still diminutive height, casting one more glance in the direction of the two fighting mousemaids. Satisfied that their spar was going well, she strode purposefully to the weapons rack, where several wooden blades leaned on a bar. Viewing the selection, Marie picked out a wooden sword and tested its weight, frowning slightly. Too bulky... Placing it carefully back, she reached for a much smaller, almost rapier-sized weapon. Much better...
Satisfied, the Commander turned and trotted back to where she had been sitting. Nimbly, she jumped up onto the log and turned to face the spectator-beasts who had gathered. Placing one paw on her hip, she held out the wooden rapier in the other, delivering her challenge.* Anybeast o' ye fool enuff tae think ye kin take mah, Marie Song Blue-eyes Yewbow, the blademaiden o' the Northern Plains, step on oop an' prove yer worth! C'mon noo, donnae be shy! *She leaned forward confidently to a nearby squirrel and winked.* Ah promise not tae 'urt ye.
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Post by Mary Narai on Aug 27, 2006 22:31:13 GMT -5
OOC: You would rob Marie of the opportunity to kick my handsome young tail? That's jolly selfish of you! ;D OOC: Aren't I? Yes, I suppose it must be part of my wonderfulness. AGain, if you want to challenge me, post in Blue. BIC: * Elena laughed at Marie's statement almost as soon as she heard it.* I wouldn't be fool enough to try you Marie. I'd like to keep my tail, thank you.* SHe finishes tying the cloth around her sword.*
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Tarafrather T. Furthermore
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*Avitar By Gloria Pike*********** Moody? Sacastic? I shoot people, what did you expect?!c!Maroon
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Post by Tarafrather T. Furthermore on Aug 30, 2006 22:32:40 GMT -5
OOC: Guess again, ole bean! Algy, indeed! The very idea of it!
*Duncan was not in the best of sorts. He hated this sweltering heat and would be under a big shady tree somewhere if he hadn't felt that his sword paw had been idle for too long. He stood sulkily by, watching two other beasts spar, not letting himself sit down and not being able to bring him self to actually fight a spar of his own. His beret didn't serve well in keeping the sun off his head; neither did his kilt help in keeping him cool at all. His attention was suddenly diverted as commander Yewbow called out her challenge. The sound of his native dialect cheered him a good deal and when the challenge was specifically thrust upon him, he grinned broadly and winked back.* Oh, Ah'll take mae chances o' gettin' maeself hurt. Et's been a gaed while since ah've had a fencin' match. Vermin de nae us'ally take the time tae learn, ye ken.
*His good spirits and saucy manner restored, Duncan swaggered past the commander, his fluffy tail swaying and to the weapon rack. Unbuckling his own shining claymore, he laid it carefully against the rack. W, he selected a rapier similar to Marie’s. He lifted it from the rack with his left paw and tried it for size. The commander was a renowned fighter; he would need every trick he knew not to make a fool of himself. The practice weapon was an old and well used thing, hardly more than a stick. Turning it this way and that, he suddenly flicked it up into the air, watched it rotate once and deftly caught it by the hilt. Duncan shrugged.* Should serve. *Turning back to the commander he made a mock bow and presented the sparring ring.* When ever ye’re ready, marm.
OOC: Sorry I haven't posted for so long; school, you know.
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Commander Marie Yewbow
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Post by Commander Marie Yewbow on Sept 5, 2006 20:39:23 GMT -5
OOC: Oh really... Dwopple, then? Or Chestnut. Obviously, you know who I am from somewhere; otherwise you wouldn't have jokingly (*cough*) insulted me right off the bat. Probably from DAB, since you know Alagador and are familiar enough with him to call him "Algy" and insult him as well. Your RPing is good, though there's a few typos; typical of Dwopple's RPing. And you called me "ole bean". Distinctly British flair, there. Or at least old-fashioned American. If you aren't Dwopple, then my next guess is Chestnut. True, I don't know him very well, but I remember nearly getting into a competition with him over Northern accent...and yours is great. So...am I at least warm?
Oh, and you use asterisks in your RPing. If you’d been someone from the Tournament, chances are you would have used quotation marks. Most of them do.
BIC: *Marie‘s face broke out into a wide grin at Duncan‘s reply. This was the sort of beast she could enjoy fighting. Someone who was confident in his abilities, but skilled enough to back up his words, as was soon clear by his little trick with the wooden blade. The Highlander crossed her arms across her chest and waited while the squirrel chose his weapon. Her tail was held high in anticipation of the spar to come. If she remember correctly, the squirrel was relatively new to the Guardians of Mossflower; not that that changed much. She’d still be fighting with all of her skill, as she was sure he would.
Returning the mock bow with a smirk, Marie hopped down from the log and trotted out into the ring, turning several paces from the ring of logs to face her opponent. With a relatively open stance, the Highlander mock-curtsied, delicately touching the edge of her knee-length, almost kilt-like skirt with a golden-furred paw.* Ah‘ll allow ye the first move, m‘laddo. *As she spoke, she smoothly settled into position, swing her right boot behind her, so that her left side was presented to the squirrel. With the blade resting with a comfortable weight in her left paw, Marie prepared for whatever attack her fellow Northerner would offer.*
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Sept 13, 2006 18:57:45 GMT -5
OOC: **Smacks Duncan.** I wanted to kick Marie around! **Pouts.**
Fine, I'll just have to beat up Elena when my room is clean... Ur, Elena? Can we post in Beige? It shopws up loads better than blue on my computer.
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Post by Mary Narai on Sept 13, 2006 22:00:06 GMT -5
OOC: Sure, fine with me. That's the color I post in anyways. Less work for me!
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Post by Quickbow on Oct 12, 2006 20:06:10 GMT -5
OOC: Spar me in teal...
**Quickbow sidesteps around the arena, waving his sabre from side to side. The blunted steel whistles in the air, and the hare waves his faster. Quickbow was a carefree hare, not totally concerned over one thought or issue for a long time, and grows impatient at the long [for him] delay for a sparring partner. The hare angrily drops his sword, and instead starts to take some practice jabs.** A one two! A three four! **Quickbow pierces the air with his imaginary punches, aimed at an nseen enemy. Quickbow shoots a hard upper-cut at the thin air, his eyes gleaming wildly. As he goes, he keeps the corner of his eye trained at the door, awaiting some competition.**
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Post by Mary Narai on Oct 12, 2006 21:11:49 GMT -5
* Elena spotted Qickbow, and smiled. Nobody was coming, and she wouldnt' get any practice unless she asked, so why not? THe worst that could happen was that he would say no. SHe got up, and walked over to Quickbow, coming to his side, so as not to get in the way of any blows.* Hello. Looking for somebeast to spar with?
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Post by Quickbow on Oct 13, 2006 6:27:13 GMT -5
**Quickbow had at first been oblivious to the incoming opponent, and had coontinued his imaginary jabs. As he finally spied her, he picked up his rapier like a bolt of lightning, waiting for her to move.**
Sure I'll spar you. What weapon will you use? Oh, remember a blunted one, or you might get your pretty little fur cut off, wot wot!
**Quickbow swayed defensively from side to side, his jaw clenched, and his sword held tight. He was an above-average sword-beast, and he secretly padded his curved, hidden dagger that was concealed in his belt. It will come in handy later, he thought.**
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Oct 13, 2006 19:15:22 GMT -5
Jamie strolls into the clearing nonchalantly, wearing a pale lavender shirt with a black skirt. Her snake skin sash holds her sheathed saber, her long throwing dagger right beside it. Gripping the hilt of her saber, she leans against an aging oak tree, watching Quickbow spar with Elena. Drawing her saber, Jamie fingers the finely crafted blade, the pendant of an otter head bumping against her chest.
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Post by Mary Narai on Oct 13, 2006 20:09:03 GMT -5
* Elena waved her wrapped sword carellessly, as she said.* Oh yes, I remember. Go easy on me will you? I've only just started learning.
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Post by Quickbow on Oct 14, 2006 11:32:46 GMT -5
**Quickbow seemed to think for a brief moment, then swings a lazy blow at his opponent's midriff, attempting to test her ability. He often started his spars this way, hiding his true ability until later. Ha, that didn't work with Snowrudder. Quickbow thinks to himself, remembering a bygone fight with the sly otter. He had used Quickbow's own tricks against him, luring him into a cunningly crafted trap. That won't happen this time. Quickbow was sure of it.**
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Post by Mary Narai on Oct 14, 2006 21:19:00 GMT -5
* Elena jumped back, with the sword's tip just brushing her tunic. SHe made a quick jab for Quickbow's stomach.*
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Post by Quickbow on Nov 6, 2006 18:26:10 GMT -5
**Quickbow felt the blunted tip strike his chest, its cold steel stinging him. Slightly peeved, he aimed a swift kick at the mouse's footpaws.**
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Post by Mary Narai on Nov 6, 2006 23:11:33 GMT -5
* Since the kick was for her foot paws, Elena jumped back, hopefully landing on the ground and not quckibow's foot.
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