Accalia Lovisa Fenier
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Post by Accalia Lovisa Fenier on Jul 18, 2015 3:43:49 GMT
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There was the hum of a successful dojo. She wiped her brow, preventing the bead of sweat from its collision course with her eye. She patted her partner on the back and advised him to keep working on his form and follow through with his small outer hook foot sweep. "Work on that form and we'll spar again next week. You're getting better! It won't be long till you finally sweep me off my feet!" They both got a laugh out of that as he sauntered away to the locker room. The old abandoned warehouse had undergone a complete renovation. She'd cut the massive building in half. The front was her prime location, renovated and outfitted with everything a serious athlete could ask for. There was a ring for kick-boxing, a padded mat area for judo and martial arts training and a locked cabinet lining the wall with a vast array of weapons and jousting pole and training sticks. She took it all in with an approving look as she surveyed the other sparring partners.
She trained her eyes specifically on the tall and muscular form that was her brother. He'd found her, she shouldn't have been surprised, but she'd been thrown for a loop to say the least when the 200 year old dragon had turned up at her front door. It had taken some convincing, but she'd finally just convinced her brother to stay on with her here as her protector and help out with the martial arts training. He was working his student hard, sweeping his feet and taking him down to floor and giving corrections and instructions as they moved along. She smirked, but felt a lingering pride in her family, no matter how odd they may be and for what she herself was accomplishing here.
"Raknar, I'm going to go sit at the front desk for a few. You good to keep a general eye on things back here?" Raknar sent her a rakish grin in affirmation as he continued to school is student with a lesson of hard knocks. She laughed and sauntered over to the front desk area, sliding in behind the desk she checked the agenda and hummed in satisfaction when she saw that she had an open thirty minute slot. A barrage of things to do assaulted her mind, but she forced her thoughts to simmer down and approached things analytically by writing down her assorted to do list, all the while mindful of the flow of traffic in and out of her establishment. She sent smiles at the patrons as they came and left, a very absent minded gesture. It was after all, simply a facade. It was all games, a means of making profits and profits made her kind very, very happy. Dragons and their gold....sometimes the fairy tales got something right. She snorted at the childish turn of her thoughts and shook her head as if to dismiss them. Her blonde hair swayed in the motion of her shaking head as it was confined in her ponytail, out of the way for when she was teaching and instructing. She decided to stretch for a moment as she stood leisurely, arms reaching up into the air with an almost feline grace. Her black clad body flexed, tensed and then relaxed with the effort as she turned to examine the floor one more time. Everything was running to perfection and thoughts of this evening events danced in the background of her mind creating an eager expectation. Yes, life was grande.
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Connor Grayson
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I Try. I Fail. I Try Again. I Fail Better.
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Post by Connor Grayson on Jul 20, 2015 17:17:02 GMT
 Many things are not as they seem
The worst things in life never are.
Life was decidedly not grand.
The ramshackle cabin that he stayed in had been infiltrated by woodland creatures again. It was one of the hazards of living in the woods, but it was like the staff wasn’t even trying to keep them out. The nearby dumpster was often upwind of the house, the insulation and seals on the seams of the house where all but nonexistent, and the place freaking smelled. Connor was used to a Spartan lifestyle, but damn.
So, needless to say, Connor had decided to try and spend a little more time away from his home until either the staff fixed his house, or he decided to pony up the dough to fix it himself. He figured he’d start by training with someone that wasn’t a 600Lb Lion.
|I still say that there is nothing wrong with my training regimen. It has worked thus far, and will continue to do so after you scratch this itch|
Oh really, Connor thought back as he pulled his small truck (you guessed it, a Ford Ranger) into the lot beside what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse. Because the way I see it is that I have to deal with humans on a pretty regular basis. If something is going to fight me, it’ll be a human, not an animal. Logic would say that I should learn from a human to fight a human.
At that, Leo clammed up. The daemon knew that there was more out there than man and beast, and more than just guardian spirits like him. He was several centuries old and had encountered the odd thing-that-bump-in-the-night over the decades, though truth be told he had kept his charges away from others of his side of weird as much as possible. There was one knight who decided to fight a dragon for his lady, only to realize that the dragon was the lady, but that was so long ago that Leo wrote it off as an isolated incident. He’d elected to not tell Connor because, honestly. What where the odds that a park ranger would have to fight or maintain a conflict with any of the preternatural world?
Which just goes to show you that ignorance does not a have an expiration date. If you’re alive, you’re making mistakes.
Satisfied that he had silenced his partner, Connor put the truck in park and got out. He reached into the bed of the truck and pulled out a ruffled canvas gym bag. He was never any type of gym rat, but Connor did know his way around recreation. He had some hand wraps, a change of clothes, and a pair of High-Top Chuck Taylor’s with some insoles slipped in them. He was confident that he could handle anything this place could throw at him. It couldn’t be any worse than Leo, could it?
Connor wasn’t a heavyweight, so he had to know his strengths and nothing taught you your limits more than trying to kickbox a Lion. He had learned a bit of Jeet-Kun-Do, and had read most of Bruce Lee’s books. Through his years with that and Leo he learned that while he didn’t have the sheer stopping power of most men, he had reach, and speed. Mostly speed. Hence the lightweight, free moving shoes. Nothing like bounding through trees and wooded brush to teach one to stay light on his feet.
Connor walked in, his bag held loosely at his side and eyed the place a little awkwardly. Gyms had a way of making you more self-conscious than you ever thought you were. You r positive body image was suddenly mashed up against people who could bench press three of you. He had heard through the grapevine that this particular gym had knack for ruthless training, but man, some of these guys (and more than a few of the girls) where ripped like a cheerleader’s t-shirt. As he approached the receptionists’ desk, he felt more and more like this had been a bad idea.
|Do you smell sulfur?|
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Accalia Lovisa Fenier
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Post by Accalia Lovisa Fenier on Jul 25, 2015 1:20:51 GMT
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She rarely paid attention to whoever came in and out. Why bother with the extra look, when smelling was more than sufficient. She had familiarized herself with the usuals and besides an obligatory greeting or farewell, she rarely went out of her way to be the door greeter. That was why she hired people, but it seemed the desk clerk was out and about for the moment, where she was? She didn't know and didn't care, as long as she could enjoy her next thirty minute block in peace. Her body relaxed as she came out of her stretch, limbs loosened and feeling good. Hmm. Maybe a quick power nap is in order... She mused silently, satisfied with the training and progress she saw on the floor. Her feet than began to carry her towards her office, off to the right, by the front door, when all of a sudden something new caught her fancy. An intrigued dragon is one of two things, dangerous or well...hmm? Dangerous to said object of interest, but my how she loved to probe.
She stopped mid-stride, in the hallway and turned to put a face to the scent. She allowed herself to stare at him. He was of an average build for a man, but light in his frame. She had never seen this man before. He was an unknown entity in her domain and he needed to be thoroughly inspected. She flashed him a smile that commanded his attention to focus on her and only her. She waved a friendly greeting as she set her feet into motion, carrying her closer until she stopped a respective distance. She waved in greeting, "Welcome, I don't think I've seen you here before. Is this your first time?"
She crossed her arms casually into a easy, relaxed stance, one hip cocked as she continued to peruse the man with a trainer's eye. He was fit, not flabby in the slightest with an easy athletic build. She silently wondered what had brought this human specimen into her gym and internally resolved to find out for herself. She was after all, very thorough of knowing very intimately the details of the patrons who came to her gym. She had to know the players in order to protect her investments, both those apparent and hidden.
She gestured to his bag casually with her left hand, a look of curiosity on her face. "We're a very varied training establishment. MMA, kick-boxing or just general free-weight training. Is there a particular method you're interested in or just scoping the place out?" Her blue eyes were trained on him, bright and light with a facade of human interest, but her true form was taking in every facet and nuance of his posture, to his scent - earthy and fresh..Outdoors man? she pondered internally, all the while being the picture of a welcoming host.
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Connor Grayson
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Post by Connor Grayson on Jul 27, 2015 22:07:36 GMT
Many things are not as they seem
The worst things in life never are.
The gym looked significantly better on the inside. Remarkably so, in fact.
The exterior had all the appeal of a meat storage locker, all sharp edges and rusty panels. The lost surrounding the building was mostly gravel with sand colored cusps of sawgrass slipping out. It was enough to make the squeamish stay away, and the smart to think twice before entering the building’s no-doubt shady purpose.
Upon entering and getting full view of the establishment, Connor was confronted with the old axiom of books and covers.
It was impressive really, the scope of all that the seemingly dilapidated warehouse contained. He didn’t have much reference, never being the type to like (or afford) gym memberships, but this place had all appearances of being state-of-the-art.
The mats and bags still had the plastic-rubber smell advertising that they where fresh out of the box, the walls still smelled lightly of paint, and all of the machines where the fancy hydraulic types instead of the dead lift ones of old. Hell, even the freaking trainers looked like they were cookie cut out of hi-I’m-a-professional-fitness-model-movie-star-greek-god magazine.
It was highly intimidating.
|Man up Grayson|, Leo chided. |You wanted to come here; I’m not going to let you back out now.| Connor was going to say something snarky and petulant, but then he was distracted.
Wait, no. ‘Distracted’ was not the word for what occurred.
A woman dressed in a workout uniform that appeared to be tailored just for her walked deliberately towards Connor, hair the color of wheat-fields in the morning light bouncing with every step. A smile that would make a dentist blush lit up the room like a dozen gold bars and twice as pleasant. What the woman did was not distract Connor. No, her inhuman beauty demanded to be noticed; the sight of her likely the cause of wars if she had been born in a different era.
Connor gulped audibly.
|Whoa|
He stood there, dumbfounded as she waved. "Welcome, I don't think I've seen you here before. Is this your first time?"
|Heh.|
Quiet you.
Before he could answer she stopped, appraising him up and down with her penetrating blue eyes. Connor squirmed, uncomfortable at the attention.
"We're a very varied training establishment. MMA, kick-boxing or just general free-weight training. Is there a particular method you're interested in or just scoping the place out?"
When Connor spoke next, his voice was a little hoarse, “A uh…” He cleared his throat and tried again, “A little of both actually. I’ve never been to a professional training space before and thought I could benefit from one.”
|Harumph|
He gestured at the room and all of its too perfect edges and seams, “Although I have to admit, I didn’t except anything like…like this. You've got yourself quite a well hidden secret here.” He finished looking around, trying as much as he could to not let her realize that he was avoiding that gaze.
He set his bag down, offering a hand out to the woman/walking fantasy. “Connor. It’s a pleasure to meet you miss…?” He let the sentence trail off in a question, an eyebrow quirking up with it. He tried to ignore the pounding of his heart in his ears.
|Seriously, you don't smell that?|
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