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Brynhild Ingouf ([info]brynhild_ingouf) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2019-11-26 14:39:00

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Entry tags:!open, brynhild, dan foster

Who: Bryn and ??
Where: Starting at an observation deck not far from the gym
What: Fishing
When: Tuesday
Rating: TBD
Open: Yes!
Status: On going

Bryn wasn't exactly avoiding anyone. Not really. But she couldn't say she was exactly healed from the death of Thor. While she'd never regret anything, especially a relationship with such an easy loving man, she was sure she didn't want to experiment in monogamy again, for a long while at least. Even if it meant watching everyone else play happy families, she still had her daughters, and would soon fill out the absence of a son. Her tryst with John had taught her that, perhaps, she wasn't ready to be loved in such a way. Or to love someone in such away. She wouldn't have been so attracted to John, or anyone, if she was, would she?

A distraction from what she was feeling, was what she was seeking. She hoped for someone to pass, someone wanting to use the gym for a bit of practice. Boredom wittling. Headphones were plugged into her ears, so she didn't while away her time waiting in boredom. A hodgepodge of different sounds pouring out of her phone, filling the silence. If someone got close enough they would be able to hear the music, it was up so loud.

Dressed in a black one piece, a lycra type material from ankle to shoulder, with a deep collared v that plunged low enough that it would make a person question why she was really there. A sword settled over her lap, though, sheathed of course. Her shoes were sensible black hightop tennis shoes. All the black, and red lips, set off the paleness of her skin. Her hair was tied up in to a pair of thick plaits. Sure it was a mixed signal, but she didn't exactly like to make it easy.

With her eyes closed, she had to depend on her sense of smell alone to tell her when someone was near.


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[info]shagontap
2019-11-27 12:28 pm UTC (link)
Dan had decided to wander for a bit. He knew there were places he could go to at least work out and keep fit. He wasn't quite able to get the rest of the practice he needed, especially when it came to sparring. He was still fairly untrained and had a lot to learn, or at least he had to come to terms with the floods of information that his brain gave him every time he had a memory of Atlantis return to him. With those memories came the knowledge to do things and the ability to do so. In the last year, he had been coming to terms with it all under the guidance of the other Atlanteans he knew. Now he was alone on the station and that wasn't easy to deal with. On the other hand there was no one there hunting his kind as far as he knew, and no Cult of Leviathan to worry about.

Dan smiled to himself as he made his way down another corridor. He was heading to the gym, bag slung over his back with the weapons and things he would need to practice. He stopped when he saw Bryn and looked her up and down.

"Hey" he said, pausing briefly. "Are you Bryn? It's me, Dan" he smiled. "You waiting on someone?" he asked in his soft English accent.

Dan was dressed in a pair of black trainers, long black Muay Thai shorts, an a blue short sleeve tshirt.

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2019-11-27 12:56 pm UTC (link)
The smell of the living was always stronger with youth. As the smell got stronger, she plucked out one earbud. The quick drum of the heart behind the smell was delicious, said the predator in her. It wasn't starved, and neither was she, but she had to mark it. His steps drew him closer. And her eyes opened. She plucked out the matching earbud. Poking at her phone without drawing attention away from the man before her.

"I am Bryn. It is a pleasure to meet you in person." She tucked her phone into a little bag that was clipped to the sheath of her sword. "Yes, but no one specific." There might have been a little sweetness to her mostly Norse accent. It hadn't been nearly as obvious, before her daughters had come, before Thor. But most of the odd mix of what had been there instead was now almost completely gone.

"I'm looking to keep myself from places that I shouldn't be. Not until walls are firmly rebuilt." She wondered if she was as cryptic as she thought she was. Bryn's eyes ran down him, taking in his attire, the bag. "Are you looking for someone specific?"

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[info]shagontap
2019-11-27 01:02 pm UTC (link)
Dan was fairly sure something was wrong. He was a fairly decent judge of not only character but he was observant to their behaviours. It was one of the things that made him such a good investigative journalist. He was able to pick up on things so he knew what questions to ask, what subjects to push and which to avoid.

"Me? No" he replied. "I wanted to work out. Get a bit of practice in. I figured since I have a bit more free time now and I don't really have to worry about the end of the world, why not?" he shrugged with a smile.

"If you're heading down to the gym, I'll walk you down. If you like" Dan offered politely. "I'm going to be starting work on that sword later on, actually" he added, adjusting the bag strap on his shoulder.

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2019-11-27 01:33 pm UTC (link)
Bryn gave herself a mental shake. Dan was not a snack, no matter how curious she was. She stood slowly. Removing the sword from her lap as she did. "You make me sound elderly in the need of an elbow to cross the street." She teased lightly. In someways she was. In others she was eternally youthful, having died, and been turned when she was just a little older than he was.

"There is no rush on the sword. Norse weddings are a week long event. As long as it is ready for the ceremony. And they have not picked a date yet." Her lashes dropped a little as she stood next to him. He had a young, yet old, smell to him. But she was discrete when she breathed him in.

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[info]shagontap
2019-11-27 04:42 pm UTC (link)
Dan chuckled at her comment. He hadn't quite realised it sounded like that but he didn't consider her age. A lot of very old types never looked their age, even in Dan's world. He never did quite find out how old Dante was, or what his angle was.

He started to head in the direction of the gym once she was standing. "Yeah but I'm actually feeling quite inspired by making this sword" Dan replied. "Never really done something like this before. I've made some weapons before but nothing quite like this" he said with a small smile. "At least, nothing ceremonial" he added.

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2019-11-28 09:25 am UTC (link)
That earned him a genuine smile, one that lit up her face and reached her eyes. "I'm sure you'll do fine. But I am glad you are inspired. I would have told you her whole story, if I wasn't sure she'd get angry with me." There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for her children. When they had been alive naturally, and now that they'd returned to her.

"And Brenna will probably use it. I know I used mine, until Magnus made me a better one." She held up the said 'better one', still hidden in its sheath. "I may have to see about getting you to make me a new one, since this will go to Dan. But that will wait until well into the future, I have an axe I can use until then." She wasn't going to contract one after another, that wouldn't be fair. She opened the door to the gym and held it for him.

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[info]shagontap
2019-11-30 07:07 pm UTC (link)
"I'll do my best with what you've told me. Try to make it something personal, something that connects to the station, unity... all that sort of thing" he explained as they walked together. "Something that connects to home at the same time though, of course" he added with a nod. "And I'll make sure it's something she can use. Although knowing what sort of balance she likes in a weapon would be incredibly helpful"

They approached the gym and walked inside. Dan made sure to head to the largest open space, putting his bag down. "Did you want to spar or were you just going to practice a bit on your own?" asked Dan, taking a couple of curved daggers from his bag. They were made from a dark metal, solidly made and

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2019-12-01 12:12 pm UTC (link)
"Well, it will need to be balanced to Jack, really. Because it's supposed to have been his sword, but he's from 2008. And I'm fairly certain this part of the wedding ceremony fell by the wayside a long long time ago, even if his people were Norse." Though she didn't think they had been. "And Jack is just over six feet tall, and roughly one-hundred and seventy five pounds. And I may be being generous. But I could talk to him and have him come see you if you like." She knew Brenna was versatile, she would teach herself how best to use the sword offered to her.

"I was actually looking for a partner." Bryn wasn't being purposely cryptic, but she unsheathed her sword slowly. The edge was honed and sharp, enough to spit a hair. "I can fight with it sheathed though, to keep from damaging yours. It's a new sheath, something modern that sharpens it each time I put it in and pull it out." There was only a slight bit of innuendo in that last sentence. "So it's not of any importance."

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[info]shagontap
2019-12-01 08:02 pm UTC (link)
"Of course" he smiled. People always left details out. As long as he got all the details he needed in the end, he was sure not to mess up. Hopefully.

"Damaging mine?" Dan scoffed. "These daggers are made from Adamant. They're pretty close to indestructible" he added. "As will that sword be that I'm making from the same material" he added with a little smirk. "And you don't have to worry too much about me either" he said, hoping to reassure her.

Atlanteans were immortal. They were even called 'True immortals'. There were ways in which they could be killed but there weren't many and most of those ways needed to be done by another True Immortal. It was no wonder the Army of Revelations and the Church of Leviathan hunted his kind. They were difficult to corrupt and harder to kill.

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2019-12-02 10:23 am UTC (link)
"Okay. So there are no rules?" Short of the don't purposely try to kill one another. And perhaps no blows to sensitive parts of the body. Or jabbs. That sort of fighting was only reserved for real fights, when it had to get dirty. That didn't mean she wouldn't test him. She did like distraction an subterfuge, as much as she liked brute strength and skill.

After Thor she didn't consider herself immortal. If I god could die, so could she. She was just very long lived. And very hard to kill. But mostly because she didn't just sit still and let someone kill her.

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[info]shagontap
2019-12-03 09:42 pm UTC (link)
Dan turned his daggers over in his hands and held one in a reverse grip. That was the one he would use to help parry and block. He was the sort of fighter who used speed over strength. Dexterity and agility over brute force, preferring to parry and doge, and strike fast.

"Rules?" he asked. "Can't really think of any really. I'd prefer if you didn't hit me in the groin but other than that. Don't worry about hitting me either. I can heal quickly enough" he mentioned, readying himself. He smiled and bowed before her, out of respect more than anything. It was something he had picked up from his old sparring partner. She was True Immortal as well... Then one day her body and mind were overtaken by a corrupted Atlantean soul, and he had lost his friend. She was out there somewhere, and he missed her.

"I'm ready when you are"

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2019-12-04 11:38 am UTC (link)
"It's almost as if you were reading my mind." She teased. Not that she hitting her in the crotch would hurt too badly, but it wouldn't be comfortable. "I'm on the blood of two people that heal quickly. So my already rapid healing added to that... Well you understand." Of course if she starved herself she wouldn't heal at all.

Bryn took her sword out of the scabbard and tossed the leather casing on top of a pile of towels that was always present in the gym. She twirled the blade over her hand, by the hilt, as she sized him up. Offering him a bow in return. She knew respect when she saw it. "Tell me about the Atlanteans, while we fight, otherwise someone passing by might think we're not sparring."

She drew the flat of her blade against her free hand, as she began to circle him. Her footing sure, and solid. Speaking of someone that had fought many many battles.

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[info]shagontap
2019-12-13 08:40 am UTC (link)
"That might be tricky..." Dan started. "I'm still recovering the memories I had. From my past life in Atlantis. All I really know is that we were wiped out in the great flood" he explained. Oh, he knew a little bit more. Not a huge amount more though. He wasn't sure if what he had experienced in the reflection of Atlantis was real. If the reason the Atlanteans all died was because of the old cults, worshipping Leviathan, bringing the old and alien God into their reality. He also knew the Atlanteans may have been wiped out because of their technological advancements. They had become close to being Gods, but Dan didn't know that much. And his Atlantean friends were far away. One of them was possibly dead...

Dan looked for a place to strike. She was fairly open from the sides, not so much from the front. He turned on his heel to strike at her side with one of his daggers, using the other in a reverse grip to block her strike.

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2019-12-14 12:08 pm UTC (link)
"Well were you reincarnated? Or is-" She hissed softly as his dagger slipped in and bit through the thin material and into her flesh. That would teach her to underestimate. "Is this your original body?" She continued on. Grinning when his other blade caught her's when she swung the flat side toward him. It was hard for her to swing at someone with intent to do harm. But she had wanted to spar.

"Would you be insulted if I switched to one of the wooden swords? I feel like I would be less likely to hold back if I knew I couldn't do any real harm." Because there was something about him that she liked, and it was the guilty feeling that was holding her back.

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[info]shagontap
2019-12-17 10:03 am UTC (link)
"Yeah.. sorry. We can change to wooden weapons" Dan said, putting his weapons down. He wasn't using to sparring with wooden weapons. They were in a time of war so the only soft sparring he did with anyone was hand to hand combat. There were always healers and medics on hand for those who didn't have regenerative healing abilities, and Dan had those.

Dan walked over to his bag and reached inside, grabbing a small object wrapped in brown paper. He walked over and held it out. "That's Ambrosia. Should aid with healing, if you like..." he said, clearly feeling quite bad about hitting her with the blade. "And as for your questions. This isn't my original body but my soul was reincarnated into it. It's not the easiest thing to explain. I had to sort of die and come back to remember who I was in a past life" he said, shrugging his shoulders. He knew how mad it sounded.

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2019-12-17 12:38 pm UTC (link)
"Oh no. I meant just me. I'm not worried about what you can do to me. Just the thought of doing harm to an Atlantean, even if he can heal it rather quickly, is causing me to hold back." In fact she actually had a wooden sword that weighed the same as her sword. It hung on the back wall. "I don't mean it as an insult I have simply come to appreciate rare breeds. Because I have met an Aztec that much like you, except... Not because he could become a firebird."

Bryn walked to the back wall and selected the sword in question. "It's already healed. I think if you check your blade it probably wont have blood on it." She said in response to his offer of Ambrosia. She stepped closer to him, wood sword in hand, and parted the slice of fabric, to expose a small gap of creamy flesh.

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[info]shagontap
2019-12-18 05:55 am UTC (link)
Dan smiled a little. It was sweet in a way. "Don't worry about me. Really" he replied. Since Dan had come back to life to discover that he was one of the lost souls from Atlantis, he had been a little more cocky than usual. And he was pretty confident before. There was something about having that freedom of movement he had gained, that new found agility and speed, that freedom that came with it that just made him feel that little bit more alive. And each time a memory returned, he could feel himself becoming more and more whole, even when the memories were terrifying and dark.

Dan glanced down at the blade to check it. She was right. There was no blood. That seemed a bit strange to Dan but he shrugged it off.

The ambrosia he had presented looked sort of like a small sponge cake. It was fruity and creamy and sweet all at once. Dan quite enjoyed it, but he knew how much essence it took to make and how much focus. He had made a supply for the people helping with the door and the clown but not much had been used. It was always good to have a supply on hand and it seemed to last a long time too.

"Any other wooden weapons lying around I could use?" he asked, still holding out the Ambrosia for her. He knew she had healed herself but the offer was still there. It didn't just heal physical wounds, it healed essence in magic users.

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2019-12-19 04:35 am UTC (link)
"Yes, there are a few. I made them." She eyed the still offered Ambrosia, and just because she was curious, even though curiosity often got the better of her. She took the offering. Popping it in her mouth, not because she needed it, but just because. Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth. That had to be the single most delicious thing she'd ever tasted in her life.

Bryn walked over to the cabinet where the wooden weapons were stored, and opened it. Savoring the gifted bit of heaven instead of talking. It was a pity she couldn't live off that alone. "That was divine!" She complemented once the square was gone. "I would gladly grow round enough that I'd have to be rolled bout to get anywhere, off something like that. It's like... If I had ever wondered what sunlight tasted like." And the flavor seemed to linger on her tongue.

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[info]shagontap
2019-12-21 11:23 am UTC (link)
Dan chuckled a little at her reaction to the ambrosia. His reaction had been somewhat similar the first time he had tried it, and with that moment, his memories came flooding back. He had found himself standing in his kitchen, stirring a pot. He couldn't remember how he got there, and didn't even realise what he was doing until he had finished making it. Memories came back in strange ways... And he hoped nothing like that would happen on the station.

"That is a pretty good way of describing it" Dan replied with a nod. "I thought something similar actually" he smiled. "I have a batch made up ready. I'm not entirely sure what to do with them" he shrugged. "I think we're not supposed to eat it regularly. Maybe. I'm not sure though... I imagine it can get quite addictive. Or I'm remembering something else" he said, bringing his hand up to touch his temples. It was a bit of a headache sometimes. Was he remembering Heavens scorn at their creation? Or something else?

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2019-12-22 09:35 am UTC (link)
"I can imagine it would be. It's very good, and if it heals more than just wounds, if it can heal that 'something wrong' inside, then for human types that would be very addictive." But she placed her hand over her heart, and it was still as still, only thudding once or twice a minute. It hadn't fixed her 'something wrong'. "but I think I'm safe from that addiction." That had been where her addiction to Thor's blood had come in, it had made her feel more alive. Though it did sadden her a bit. She missed the steady beat. Being able to blush, and flush. It made her shoulders slump when she realized the last person that was able to see her that way, didn't even seem to care that he could.

But that was the only sign Bryn gave that her demeanor had changed at all. She began to twirl the wooden sword on either side of her body. First one than the other. More confidence with each pass.

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[info]shagontap
2019-12-23 09:08 pm UTC (link)
Dan wasn't sure it could do that. He knew it healed essence, which was the root of magic. The very thing that powered it. He used essence in order to create the metals he made, the ambrosia itself. His magic was a bit different to others. It seemed to revolve around creation most of all. And there were things he didn't yet know he could make. Memories that had not been awoken inside him.

Dan went over to take one of the wooden swords and shifted it around in his hand, getting accustomed to the balance and weight of it.

"It's handy to have around, of course, and I'm glad I'm able to make it. If it can help someone on this station, then I know I've done the right thing. Same with the metals I can create. Means I can do something to help" he said with a short smile. "All right, I'm ready when you are" he said with a cheeky smirk.

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2019-12-24 12:13 pm UTC (link)
"I'm sure it can help a lot of people, I'm just..." Not one of the living. She was even different from the other vampire on the station. She was fairly certain he had both been born, not made, and was living. But Thomas was not very sociable.

A little grin turned up the corners of her mouth. "I'm ready. And if you would like, if you would allow me to feel the weight of your daggers, I can make you wooden replicas if you want to spar with someone that is a little more..." Squishy. She turned her feet so that she faced him. She wouldn't make the same mistake of giving him her side.

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[info]shagontap
2019-12-28 04:27 pm UTC (link)
"Human?" he replied. "You already old me that you're a Vampire" he replied as if it were no big deal. He shrugged and smiled in that sweet but cheeky way he did. Like he was expecting to get cuffed around the ear at any moment.

"Actually, that would be appreciated" Dan replied. Dan never really thought about sparring with wooden weapons. He hadn't given sparring much of a thought when he arrived on the station either. His thoughts had been to occupied with other things. Hoping that the threat from Leviathan wouldn't come to the station or that corner of the universe, for starters. Worrying about his friends and family back home, hoping they were okay. And then there was the worry that a door would open to his reality and people would see for themselves just how horrible it was. How horrific. Gods, if that happened he'd have to try and keep them away from the door.

"All right, I'm ready when you are" he smiled, getting used to the weight of the wooden weapon.

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2019-12-31 02:14 am UTC (link)
"Well I was going to say less alive. But that works." She chuckled softly, because she wasn't exactly human was she? The description fit. But so did a great many. None she would deny.

Bryn decided she would wait, till one of them yielded, to get the details on his weapons. She knew the one she held, almost as well as she knew its iron lookalike. But rather than take the stalking path she had before, she decided head on was the best way to go. Her stance shifted to one that was more solid. Ready to give, and take, whatever came. Something she had done for hundreds of years.

But this wasn't battle. She'd wait until his stance changed.

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