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

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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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[info]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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