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moo star (illusional) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-07-06 20:57:00

Entry tags:

active, armand, cathal, day fourteen

Who: Cathal and Armand
What: General Angstyness
When: Evening
Where: Sword Fighting
Rating: PG-13ish?
Status: Incomplete

Just when Cathal thought he was getting used to this place it would change. Now it didn't even wait seven days to change, it changed every gods forsaken day! To say that this made Cathal grumpy was the understatement of the year. It made him downright intolerable. He growled at everyone he came in contact with and did his damndest to make them as miserable as he was.

In an effort to calm himself, get rid of some tension and blow off some steam, he took his sword and went out to the practice field. There he could practice on the dummies and relieve some of his aggression without actually hurting anyone. Hurting people wasn't his job, after all, it was his father's.

He pulled the sword out of the scabbard and tossed the scabbard to the ground. He stalked toward one of the dummies and, double handing his sword, he hacked at the dummy's neck, torso and arms. He yelled and grunted as he slammed the blade into the dummy over and over and over. After an hour or so, he was dripping with sweat and breathing heavily. His moves were more controlled and less filled with aggression, too. He was finally calming somewhat when he heard something behind him.

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vagabond_child
2009-07-07 11:30 pm UTC (link)

It was the thoughts that had drawn him, the intruiging, anger filled thoughts. Such thoughts were nearly irresistable to the vampire. Really, anything very strong could draw him easily, which is why he'd always liked churches. People praying had the most interesting thoughts. But this anger was overwhelming, and had drawn him closer. He wanted to see the man who created such strong emotions.

For a long time, he sat in the growing shadows. When he'd awoken, the colors of sunset were still in the sky. Now, it was fully dark, and he watched as the strange looking man tired himself out. If the thoughts had been intruiging, it was nothing on the actual man himself. Whatever else could be said about Jareth, the people he picked to bring here were nearly always gorgeous, and this man was no exception.

After awhile, though, he got bored of just watching him take his anger out on the dummy. Silently, he slipped from the shadows at the edge of the training area, picked up a sword, and headed over to the other man. Saluting him with it, he held it expertly and, in a dazzling display of skill, attacked him. Nor was it all due to his vampire nature. He had been quite a good fencer in life, had even managed, with a lucky blow, to fight off a man much older, heavier, and stronger than him when he was only 17 years old.

"You fight well against dummies, but against me? We'll see." He laughed and pressed his attack, holding himself back from his full strength and speed to make this more interesting. Still, he was very, very good. And his movements almost made a mockery out of the whole thing, mostly because he wanted to feel that anger, that powerful anger, radiating from him once more.

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illusional
2009-07-09 04:32 pm UTC (link)

Cathal turned, sword at the ready just in case it was something dangerous. What he saw, was... was... he had no idea what it was. He looked very young, but also very pale and in a strange way, very dangerous. Like one of the old ones from home. He held a sword out toward him and Cathal backed up a step. Not that he wasn't prepared to fight, but he had no reason to fight this man.

"I don't want to fight you." Cathal's voice was low and raw, nearly gone from yelling and cursing at the dummy for almost an hour. But the young man pressed in on him, swinging the sword dangerously close to Cathal's chest. He glanced down and noted the tear in his tunic. Was this person crazy? Cathal's brows narrowed and he returned the attack. The young man was strong and agile, and Cathal wasn't prepared for his skill.

It bothered him that he was having a difficult time gaining the advantage. He was an excellent swordsman. He had been able to beat nearly everyone he'd trained with at one point, even Aidan. He supposed that he had a slight advantage over others because of his parentage, but he never used his magic when he sparred.

He was breathing hard again as he lunged, spun, side-stepped and parried. "Who... are you?" He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his free hand and then lunged again, angrily trying to distract or disorient the young man who had attacked for no reason.

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vagabond_child
2009-07-10 12:54 am UTC (link)

Armand simply laughed at the statement, apparently not even near to tired out yet. He shrugged with one shoulder as his other hand and arm kept up the dizzying display of swordfighting skill. "But I want to fight you." It seemed simple enough to him. "And anyway, you surely want to fight someone, or else why attack the poor, innocent training dummy?" His movements made a mockery of the dance of the swordfight, again, trying to draw out that anger once more.

He could pick up the gist of his thoughts without trying too terribly hard, and found them amusing. Really, this whole situation was fun for him, as he pressed his advantage. But not too much, never too much. He didn't want to beat him that easily.

Although, he had to admit, he was good. Against an ordinary creature, and even over Armand himself, when he'd been mortal, he would have prevailed. But Armand wasn't anything resembling an ordinary creature. He followed every parry with a thrust, and was able to keep up with every side step.

"Who am I? You may call me Armand." He pressed in with an almost teasing thrust of his sword, aimed for Cathal's shoulder, and then nodded in satisfaction as he felt the anger he'd been looking for. "Yes, that's what I wanted. Your anger. We can stop now, if you want."

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illusional
2009-07-17 04:35 am UTC (link)

Cathal continued to defend himself against the man, because that was how it ended up. He couldn't seem to get an offensive jab in at all. "The poor innocent training dummy doesn't bleed." He didn't want to hurt anyone. He just wanted to go home.

They fought this way for a long time, Cathal parrying blows and dodging strikes but never able to get in any of his own. The young man was always there, always meeting him at each step. It was infuriating. Cathal was a good swordsman, and to have that fairly tossed on the ground and stomped on irked him.

The name meant nothing to him. He'd never heard of him. As frustrated as Cathal was, he decided that it was time to call upon some of his magic. He quickened his stride and deflected the blow to his shoulder, returning it with a swipe to the other's sleeve. And then he said they could stop and Cathal stepped back and dropped his sword, though he was ready to bring it back up if Armand reneged on his offer.

"Why do you want my anger. What good does it do you?"

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vagabond_child
2009-07-18 12:21 am UTC (link)

With almost contemptuous ease, the vampire tossed the sword into the air, and it landed neatly on the rack of other swords. A hard thing for a mortal to do, but easy enough for him. Once that was done, he turned back to the other man, his eyes sparkling with malicious amusement.

"I like strong emotions." He fed off them, in a similar way as he fed off of blood, though less physical. But strong emotions could draw him, and he found them fascinating. "Your anger was incredible, it was like... wine, when I was mortal." Obviously, he wasn't too worried about appearing normal. He usually didn't bother, not here. No one would try to kill him, and if they did, they would fail.

"Intoxicating. Now that I have it, I have little use for you." He waved a hand negligently and turned to go. Yes, it was incredibly rude, but Armand could definitely be rude with the best of them.

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