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'Higher Hopes'

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin would have removed his shoes at the entrance. But since that fateful and joyous day on the beach, he has chosen to leave his feet bare rather than spare himself the sensations of soft grass and cool sand beneath his feet. In this case, though, his feet find themselves upon a dirt floor at the entrance to the central training room of Redfang dojo. Flat, straight palms formally move to his sides as he bows in respect, lingering for a moment before straightening and proceeding to the center of the floor, the high network of rafters high above. Fresh air whirls about the space, toyed with by the winds that blow in through the arches which hold up the roof in three layers. He turns, facing south, and seats himself there upon the soil upon bent knees, hands resting upon his lap, head bowed, eyes closed ... silent as he meditates upon his surroundings.

Misendeavor: The girl had spent the time since a shared dawn high on the cliffs similarly, feeding the seed they had planted together with the warm tendrils of her spirit, encouraging it to propagate, teasing the root from it with an almost maternal encouragement, the bare footed, wild child at one with the environment, a true child of Redfang for all that time, shrouded in fog that clings to her frame as a gentle cloak, even now as she moves back to the familarity of the Dojo, a siren song of her lover calling her closer, like a ship to port. She's silent though, her spirit web obscured in the mists, focused internally and shielded as she thinks on the seed soon to burst from the soil. Noticing Flash sat there, drawn in on herself to just watch him, a rare chance she was not going to miss.

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin sits in his silent state and lets time stretch on into the immeasureable ... at last rising slowly, eyes opening and pushing himself up to standing, not noticing Anwyn where she sits watching even though he looks nearly in her direction. Such is his focus as he bows once more, slowly settling back into a defensive stance, palms open and one leg back, eyes upon the invisible opponent before him. His movements start slow at first, calculated and well practiced motions. Jab, then uppercut, followed with a roundhouse that flows into a spinning back-kick ... a step forward as a hammer fist flies out to connect with an imaginary jaw, and an open hand strike coupled with a powerful cry to finish the combo. A moment's pause as he shifts and stretches each limb and joint, warming up to the motions so familiar to him.

Misendeavor: The girl's breath catches, holds, slowly flowing back into the room as an amazed sigh, she'd seen him fight, well..She'd sensed him fight, sensed the ebb and flow, the command he held over his body, but never had see seen the fluid movement of her lover in this way, never seen his devotion or his skill. It was like watching a dancer, like watching an eagle swoop and fly, it was...amazing. The cry has her jump, so absorbed in the sleek lines of muscle bunching in his limbs under the silk of his skin, so lost in the valleys and mountains of his frame as it moves like liquid steel. The ferocity so controlled as to leave her shivering, drawn into the deadly dance, awed and fearful at once...

FlashGuardian13: And in truth, that was merely Flash's warmup. Another subtle pause marks the calm before the storm as he suddenly whips full about and launches another offensive on what seems to be two imaginary opponents with a flurry of fast fists and swift kicks, peppered with a wide variety of blocks and fluid dodgery, Flash's full body bending as he wills it. His rapid fast motions are almost a blur as it seems a third person is advancing on him from behind, forcing him to break up his attacks on three sides, fighting on two fronts. Agile motions and acrobatic flair are used as he tucks and rolls to one side, springing up from the ground with his hands to roll in midair, landing back on his feet as he slides across the dirt noisily, only to spring back towards his aggressors with a sliding tackle straight down the middle.

Misendeavor: ((And now, we pause, and you sleep *Hugs*))

FlashGuardian13: He then reaches back in what appears to be a grasping motion, pulling his tripped opponent towards him and hammering at his back with another potent cry. "Kyaa!!" As the other two advance, he rolls once more to one side, bringing his hand out to strike flat-palmed against his chest. "Soo!!" Then, for the last, Flash tucks a hand back against his side, glowing shards of red trickling out of the air to gather about his fist for a moment. Then, in one swift punch that blends martial art with sorcery, a column of flame shoots forth in wicked spirals towards the sole remaining adversary. "Flame burst!" Only then does Flash rise, panting for breath and surveying his mock victory with satisfaction.

FlashGuardian13: ((Okay, done now. *grins*))

Misendeavor: ((*grins* Whoooo-wee, you sure ae, shugah..Now go rest up +p))

FlashGuardian13: ((*chuckles* That's Flash for you. He doesn't do anything small, or in typical fashion. *glances back to bed* Right. We'll pick things up next time.))

Misendeavor: ((*Steals a hug then ushers ya to bed with a kiss to the forehead and a tuck in.* Ni-night, sweetie. ))

FlashGuardian13: ((*hugs back and beams happily and sleepily, wiggling under the covers* Have a good day, Lei. And thanks again.))

Misendeavor: ((Have a good sleep, Benhon, and as always, it was my pleasure..I had fun))

FlashGuardian13: ((I'm glad. *drifts into slumber*))

* * * ((Pause ...)) * * *

FlashGuardian13: Heya, sweetie. *hugs* ^_^

Misendeavor: Hye honey, you have me all to yourself today, I'm off sick

FlashGuardian13: Really?! *coughs* Emmm ... I'm sorry to hear that, rather. Hope it's not too bad?

Misendeavor: Nah, just the latest to catch the Office Bug that's going around...It was bound to happen, so I'm curled up in my armchair, with a blanket

FlashGuardian13: Ooooh ... *gives you blanket snuggles* Well, I hope you get better soonish. For now, just enjoy your time off as best you can.

Misendeavor: And so, you has my undivided attention *Smiles and snuggles in da blankies* FlashGuardian13: Ahhh, goody. ^_^ Well, my attention is unfortunately divided at the moment ... had two brilliant inspirations while at work tonight. One for my video game project team, and another for the one-day D&D campaign I'll be running Thursday evening.

Misendeavor: *Grumbles and pokes* Divided...How dare you *Sniggers* Nah s'cool

FlashGuardian13: Well, it's only split in two directions at the moment ... I'm not going to worry about the D&D thing until tomorrow morning. Right now I'm mainly getting this nifty idea for a spaceship shooter all in print. But we do have a certain RP between Jaimin and Anwyn still lingering ... shall I dredge up the last post for ya?

Misendeavor: I could even be persuaded Keepside to RP if you wanted to see how otherfolks react...And *Grins* Surely

FlashGuardian13: Oooh, Keepside. A chance for Anwyn and Flash to have a spot of fun on Redfang with the others? I'm for that. *grins*

Misendeavor: Yes =) Being home means I can Keepside =P

Misendeavor: 04:32:25 [Devaine_Hawk] Wow…the first time hazy sees me in weeks and she has to tell me to behave first thing, I still got my touch!! Hi Hazy!!

04:33:08 [Hazy] "It's not so much as you having gotten your touch, Dev, as I need to renew my shots."

04:33:47 DemonSquirrel fluffs the tail.

04:34:25 [Devaine_Hawk] ....wait a second....i resemble....I mean resent that remark!!

04:34:47 Hazy chuckles till it makes her cough.

04:35:00 [Lothar] Shots are always good when in your line of business, Hazy. Dealing with crazed Keeples is a health hazard.

04:35:14 [Lothar] A crack head Saiyan may run up on ya and bite ya in the arm.

04:35:23 DemonSquirrel hands Hazy the eight gauge of healing. "Your shots are ready."

04:35:29 Shann 's back from afk land

04:35:49 [Hazy] "Shots, a Hazmat suit and an extending nightstick."

FlashGuardian13: *chuckles* Wonderful. And an eight gauge of healing. I like it. :-P

Misendeavor: Made me laugh at least

FlashGuardian13: *grins*

FlashGuardian13: *sighs* Can't say I've missed Jaia's post marathons. -_-

Misendeavor: I like detail..I do...You know I post...detailed...But there's detail..then there's useless information

FlashGuardian13: *nod* "Jaia emerges from the tree-line, dressed in all-black, her outfit something between a ninja and a modern gunman, a cone-shaped straw hat upon her head and a black scarf concealing her identity. She waits in the shadows to be noticed." Really that's all that was needed.

Misendeavor: Ooooh yeah

Misendeavor: It's not a novel about yourself, starring others, it's an RP...

FlashGuardian13: *nods* The spotlight is never really on anyone in particular.

Misendeavor: I don't like Jaia at all...It's all on the brink of munchkin

FlashGuardian13: *nod* Look at me! Look at me! I'm so uber! *rolls eyes*

Misendeavor: I was just trying to get the...location..of her and the blade in my head...

FlashGuardian13: Indeed. For as long as her post was, her bluffed attack wasn't too clear.

Misendeavor: I didn't know where she was..and how the blade was in relation to Anwyn..It's..all words no substance

FlashGuardian13: *nods*

Misendeavor: *Steals a cuddle to damn it all*

FlashGuardian13: *sighs* Maybe the Keep wasn't the best idea after all ...

FlashGuardian13: *cuddles and whimpers*

Misendeavor: One...mo...*Scarpers for toilet* I hate hate sickness

Misendeavor: *Flops and blankets* okay, I'm back

FlashGuardian13: *hugs gently* Welcome back. Feel better?

Misendeavor: A littttttle dizzy, and being sick is no fun...But no complaints. FlashGuardian13: *nods* And now Dev has me all up in a tizzy over what he's been saying ICly ... that's not the kind of thing I'd prefer to believe before hearing it from the parties in question.

FlashGuardian13: Hey ... you wouldn't mind doing an IP check on Nel and Cassandra, would ya?

Misendeavor: That's my fault, I'm toying with Dev's take on fate =P

Misendeavor: And I am

FlashGuardian13: *hugs you* You're brilliant, you know that? ^_^

Misendeavor: You're the brilliant one..Same IP

Misendeavor: Kick em!

Misendeavor: *Grins* Well I say we log em out....Chalk it up to a bad idea and have an hour of sparing =P

FlashGuardian13: *nod* Sounds good to me. And brilliant nothing. I recognize the style of the player, and she's been caught doing it before.

Misendeavor: Brilliant *Nods firmly*

FlashGuardian13: *shrugs* If you say so.

Misendeavor: I say..And smilw before I have to tickle you

FlashGuardian13: *starts giggling at the very mention of tickling* Nooo!!! *hugs stomach*

Misendeavor: That's the manly man I know and like! *Wink*

FlashGuardian13: *shrinks away* mimblewimble ...

Misendeavor: *Sweeps ya up into a cuddle* Bah

FlashGuardian13: *cuddles back* I think this is a good time to find some food.

Misendeavor: Go for it, sweetie

Misendeavor: Gimme the last post if you want to go on with that scene?

FlashGuardian13: Will do.

Misendeavor: And smile for me, so I don't feel ill and guilty for tK

FlashGuardian13: ((*smiles* Thank you for that. For Mel and Cassandra, and for pulling Flash from a roleplay that was rapidly descending into something not so fun.))

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Misendeavor: ((Just quickly http://tinypic.com/22c29c and http://tinypic.com/22c2dk Okay...Now I'm posting =P ))

FlashGuardian13: ((:-D *clapping* Yay!))

Misendeavor: The woman is still in the doorway, leant there in complete dumb founded wonderment that threatens to tip into bewilderment at the speed, the power, the agility...The unexpected beauty of her lover at fight, it was like a living work of art, like watching an artist paint pictures with his own body...Still watching the spirits tendrils that echo the scene even now...The impace of movements felt in the motes of the air, the call of the wind. Nothing in the world for her right now, nothing but her Jaimin. The melding of magic and might...bringing her to let her sheild drop, aura flooding the room like a lighthouse. Love, adoration, idolisation...Amazement. A stunned silence clinging to her. FlashGuardian13: Jaimin slowly lifts his head in Anwyn's direction, eyes following the light spilling forth from the doorway alerting him to his previously unknown audience. He tilts his head at her, reading her expression as he feels her adoration, a bit of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks like red flames. "What?" he says, breaking the silence at the end of his storm, and simultaneously inviting her in.

Misendeavor: The girl walks into the room, her soft steps fluid and silent, bare footed as is her usual preference "I did not know it was possible to move with such...power and grace at once.." Her eyes are aflame with thirst, hunger for knowledge and his closeness, smile spilling over her lips "Would you teach me?"

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin is startled at her reaction, and her desire. But what catches him mostly is how she described it ... with amazement and awe. Not with any sort of hunger for might, or warrior's appreciation ... in his eyes, he can see her appreciation for the art behind the motions, the dance behind the aggression. And yet his actions stem from years of dilligent training, focus and achievement. But even Flash's journey began so long ago with a few simple steps ... steps easily taken by any, and no less rewarding than any other further down the path of enlightenment. Drawn to her closeness, he moves to stand beside her, his hands reaching to find hers, eyes taking in her obvious enchantment and eagerness to learn. And then, his hands guide hers to motion, and the dance begins.

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin guides her hands up before her, gently showing her one of many defensive postures, with one arm out to her front as a guard, the other back at her hip, tucked and ready. "One ready to guard, one ready to strike." He then kneels beside her, his hands moving to her ankles and tugging gently to get her feet into the proper stance, one knee bent forward while the other leg trails straight behind her in a line. "Both ready to move aside and dodge harm." His touches are gentle, as if sculpting a living statue, feeling her excitement through her skin, the notion making him smile.

Misendeavor: As a child playing at musical statues, her innate grace so easily flowing into play as she is molded, formed into this figure of readiness...The start of a dance that will guide each step for the rest of her life. Eyes blaze to watch his every move, smile there but fierce on her lips, determination, concentration...And enjoyment, the challenge zinging through her blood as she holds the posistion "One ready to guard.." The outstretched arm fluid but firm, like velvet clad steel. "One to strike.." The arm coiled to her hip as a serpent ready to strike, fingers curled together, a flexibility to the joint. Long leg, showing the first strain of muscle on silky skin moves back to glide across the floor as if a swan landing onto a still lack, her other knee bending, holding, both feet just touching to the floor at toes, as if waiting for a pirouette."Both ready to move aside and dodge harm"..A dancer, perhaps, in a past life, now she is just a girl, who's just learning, with love in her heart. The poise held with her head up high, chin firm and jutting...She was marble with hair of fire.

Misendeavor: ((Pause...bed time, for Mr Ben))

Misendeavor: *lake

FlashGuardian13: ((Indeed. And that way I'll have the better part of tomorrow to get things done. But this was a good start.))

Misendeavor: ((*grins* I love them, I truly do *Steals you off to bed and tucks you in*))

FlashGuardian13: ((*nods* Perhaps next time ... next chance we get with them on the Keep, we'll take things a bit slower. Or something.))

FlashGuardian13: ((*crawls into bed slowly, smiling* I'll need to think more on what Flash will teach her. And I love the pictures! Both seem to fit her so well, really ...))

* * * (( Break ... )) * * *

FlashGuardian13: Hello, and good morning. *hugs*

Misendeavor: Heya, honey, sorry about last night, serious case of Keyboard face

FlashGuardian13: *chuckles* Your away message got the point across fairly well. Made me laugh, too. So no worries.

Misendeavor: *Grins* I just kinda flopped over...I rarely do that, but prolly illness and lack of food leaving me a little lacking in energy

FlashGuardian13: Lack of food, too? Did you at least try to drink something? Plenty of fluids, right?

Misendeavor: I'm feeling a alittle better this morning, hoping to do better than yesterday's half a bowl of soup...I had a warm croissant for breakfast, and I' m here at work

FlashGuardian13: *nod* I'll bet nothing keeps you down for long, does it?

Misendeavor: Can't really let it, now, can I?

FlashGuardian13: I suppose that's true.

Misendeavor: I mean I could happily be curled in bed...

FlashGuardian13: ... but, you do have a job to keep up with.

Misendeavor: And responsibilities therein

FlashGuardian13: Yeah, I hear ya.

Misendeavor: So, here I am..Being a good responsible adult

FlashGuardian13: *nods* Yup yup. Greeting people, pushing papers, and making copies. And talking to me on AIM, but that's beside the point. ;-)

Misendeavor: Well a girl's life needs some perks.. =P

FlashGuardian13: Oooh, so I'm a perk now, am I? *grins*

Misendeavor: And today I have...desinging posters, editing the referral pack I designed and running copies..and lots of other stuff

Misendeavor: Congratulations on your promotion =P

FlashGuardian13: Yay! Do I get paid more?

Misendeavor: *Laughs* Yeah, with my company

FlashGuardian13: Yayyy!! *hugs and grins* I earned it!

Misendeavor: *Hugs and chuckles* Poor, poor you

FlashGuardian13: Poor? Bah. I'm as rich as a poor man can hope to be. :-P

Misendeavor: Now that's just plain flattery

FlashGuardian13: Flattery nothing. I count myself very lucky to have such wonderful company, and stories, with which to occupy my time.

Misendeavor: *Blushes* Thank you, talking of stories, how is the indomitable Flash? And I forgot how much Devaine's style of RP winds me up...It's...so....lame

FlashGuardian13: *chuckles* Flash is well. I'm actually a bit rolled up with Alucinor and Enaid at the moment, so my mind is presently there ... though Flash is wondering what the next steps to show her will be.

Misendeavor: *Smiles* Cool as. FlashGuardian13: Sooo, did you feel up to some RP at some point?

Misendeavor: Yessir, I surely do.

FlashGuardian13: ALrighty. I'm gonna nab some food really quick, and then I'll fetch our last post?

Misendeavor: Works fo rme hon

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FlashGuardian13: As a child playing at musical statues, her innate grace so easily flowing into play as she is molded, formed into this figure of readiness...The start of a dance that will guide each step for the rest of her life. Eyes blaze to watch his every move, smile there but fierce on her lips, determination, concentration...And enjoyment, the challenge zinging through her blood as she holds the posistion "One ready to guard.." The outstretched arm fluid but firm, like velvet clad steel. "One to strike.." The arm coiled to her hip as a serpent ready to strike, fingers curled together, a flexibility to the joint. FlashGuardian13: Long leg, showing the first strain of muscle on silky skin moves back to glide across the floor as if a swan landing onto a still lack, her other knee bending, holding, both feet just touching to the floor at toes, as if waiting for a pirouette."Both ready to move aside and dodge harm"..A dancer, perhaps, in a past life, now she is just a girl, who's just learning, with love in her heart. The poise held with her head up high, chin firm and jutting...She was marble with hair of fire.

FlashGuardian13: Flash smiles, nodding approvingly save for a few small corrections made here and there, his hands gently adjusting until he feels it's right. He then stands, moving away from her and explaining. "This is the traditional stance. From it, all others are derived. Each has their own advantages and disadvantages, which you will learn in time. But for now, we'll just start with this one." He then moves to a mirror position from where Anwyn stands, moving his own hands and feet into similar positions, his posture a perfect reflection of her own. "Alright, now do as I do," he instructs her with a nod, before joining her in the dance, a partner in motion as well as a guide. Blocks to start, the four basic sweeping arm motions to deflect, repeated again and again, waiting upon every stumble with timeless patience, coaching her into the proper motions.

Misendeavor: There's a fierceness to her concentration, a complete focus that leaves little room for anything else as she starts to move in time with him, sure, swift but not without mistake, a missed block here, an over zealous sweep there, but there was a grace to her form, that was her first priority, to keep it beautiful, to reach the art she had witnessed. Time passes swiftly, but for her it stretches into an eternal pastiche of movement and focus, her green eyes locked with his. Patience was something she had, at least....On and on, working without a break, or a pause, seeking to please.

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin can indeed see progress, which pleases him. The fact that she treats it so like a dance fills him with equal wonder and worry. Beautiful as her motions are, if their true intent is missed, they will not help in any form of self-defense. At length, Flash breaks from his stance after one final open hand strike, rising to both feet and placing his hands at his side, waiting for Anwyn to mimic the motion before he bends at the waist in a low bow, showing traditional respect to his partner.

Misendeavor: For now, the only way she can approach it is as a dance, the thought of violence still leaving her with a blossom of worry on her pale brow, still remembering in the silent pit of mind's eye, the vision through the eyes of the orc as it died. Rising to her feet as a flower stretching for the sun, her hands dropping to her sides, fingertips brushing the hem of her long, flowing tunic. With that she mimics him again, a bow, her plaited hair falling over her shoulder as a burning red snake. There was a ...buzz..in her smile, a satisfaction at even that most basic of movement, where she lacked the strength to carry through the power, she had that willowy eased that showed the promise of youth.

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin rises slowly, smiling to his partner, enjoying the lesson almost as much as she had. "Let's take a bit of a break," he tells her, nodding satisfactorily as he heads for the east wing at a slow walk. "I'll fetch us some water. And when I come back, I think there's a different style you might like a bit better." He smiles with light heart as images play about in his mind, of Anwyn and her graceful movements, drifting along through the air like silk in sweeping motions. "Yes," he mutters to himself. "That's the one."

Misendeavor: Only now there is the pause does she step closer to his personal space, still keeping a distance almot acceptable between student and teacher, but just to be close enough to bask in the warm falls of his aura was enough for now, just letting the retreating ebb bouy her as she watches 'I look forward to it, Sensei.' Careful to keep that distance in her tone too, that respect, so obvious in her voice and stance, arms tucked loosely behind her back, fingers intertwined As soon as he's from sight, she's back to practiscing, her stance found with the precision of memory, and the aid of rainbow tendrils that has has turned to bouy her muscles, a soft glow of it from her aura as she works through the movements, mimicing him at the same time she adds what 'feels' right, a pivot like the twist of the wind around a cave wall, a dancing leeped step that has her aloft a few seconds, landing with a soundless throb of air and a jut of pal

Misendeavor: ms....Perhaps not standard, nor for as much as she knew, effective, but it kept her body in movement, and felt joyous.

FlashGuardian13: /me returns in short order ... indeed, once out of the room his pace quickened substantially ... with his canteen and a pair of towels, taking a goodly drink of water along the way before offering it to her, accompanied with a towel for her. Meanwhile, he uses his own to wipe the sweat off his brow, neck, chest, and arms. "You move with a grace I don't often see in other combatants," he compliments to her. "Personally, I can't see you gaining much benefit from sheer force in combat. Crane is definitely your style." He begins to stretch out, keeping himself limber in preparation for what he will show her next. "Where the tiger is aggressive, and uses force to catch his prey, the crane is nimble and graceful, with smooth motions that distract as well as protect. I have seen an expert at tiger style fight with an expert crane ... the match lasted for the better part of a day, and still neither side won out."

Misendeavor: 'You are tiger?' An inquisitive take to her voice as she reaches to take the water, sluicing over her face to run in rivulets down her arms, cooling off the beads of perspiration even as she continues to move, flex, bend...To keep nimble, and warmed up. The towel patted across her face before her attention diverts souly to him, his face, his voice, her eyes devouring the lean lines of his body with an unrestrained lust before her attention focuses back to the lesson and she begins to bend, the willow to the wind once more 'I do not wish to use sheer force, there is nothing in that but aggressive, yes, I believe you are, of course, right....The Crane, with it's ebb and flow, knowing when to dive and when to fly...Timing and grace, not strength alone.'

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin isn't sure how to best answer her question, his mouth wrinkled in descriptive difficulty. "I'm ... kind of a hodgepodge, really," he says, taking the waterskin for one last drink before wrapping it in the towel and tossing it aside. "Traditional mixed with elements of Judo, Li-pai, and a bit of Tai-bo just for kicks." he grins at that last one. "But I'm far better at the tiger style than the crane. My teachers always told me that I have far too much predatory instinct." He chuckles. "But they made me learn the ways of the crane just so I can be well rounded." A deep breath and a final stretch before he settles, facing her once more. "Ready?"

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin just catches the hint of her hungry gaze, her spark of interest lighting a small fire within him as well ... her own willowy movements, the way her youthful body flows in soft curves only highlights her feminine features all the more. But such things could wait until after their training. He shakes his head free of such temptations for the moment to better focus on the lesson at hand.

Misendeavor: The girl smiles at his description, finishing up her own water before placing it aside, by the time he's turned to face her, she's all ready to bow, her hands at her sides. The tail of her fiery hair touching the ground before she pulls up 'Hei, Sensei.' Not only ready, she's looking forward to it, perhaps, maybe, just the slightly narrowing of her eyes in a predatory focus, the hint of a young cat within the delicate bird. Love, lust, temptation all surfaces in her mind but is soon left to run away, down the waterfall of consciousness to dwell in the deep pool of sensation, memory and desire. A smooth surface to the pool, unrippling, this is her focus...Complete. 'Show me, so I may learn.'

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin is impressed by her dedication ... another wonderful surprise he finds in his beloved Anwyn. He too swiftly bows, then moves into a stance that is similiar to before, but the legs are drawn closer together, almost to stand straight up but for a slightly turned foot and bent knees. This done, he waits for her to follow ... then begins to move and weave across the floor, keeping his upper body rigid for now and simply allowing her to focus upon the movements of his lower body, how his feet move, how his toes are used to grip the earth for solidarity and strength of stride. Then, once he has that down, he adds movement from his waist, bending and flexing with each turn ... and all in the same repetitive motions that she might catch on with his verbal encouragement and direction.

Misendeavor signed off at 2:43:53 AM. * * * ((Later ... )) * * *

FlashGuardian13: Gooood morning. *snugs*

Misendeavor: Hello, honbon

FlashGuardian13: Flash is busy on Redfang Island ... putting posts in the ground and doing his best to confuse Devaine. :-P

Misendeavor: *Laughs* Oh

Misendeavor: ?

FlashGuardian13: *nods* Told him he had good news, but isn't saying what it is. (Glyniss's return.) And Devaine still thinks it's about Jaimin and Anwyn's 'child' ... which only added to the confusion.

FlashGuardian13: "Devaine_Hawk noticed that and a lot more , the other day but he knows it won’t do any good to tell some one something they’re not ready to hear, so he lets it slide. Its not that hard to figure out, if he thinks about t, it must be what some would call a soul link, or soul mates. He wonders if they can see the third one, part of both that is starting to form an aura of its own, but keeps it to him self.”"

Misendeavor: *Giggles* See.there will be a child, in the future...Just trying to see into a seer future...Is a little like trying to see rocks thrown into a pond FlashGuardian13: *nods* I would very much like to think that there's a child in their future ... but I honestly wouldn't expect one right now. They're still working on building a future for themselves ... and I know they've been intimate at times, but I didn't honestly think they'd been trying for a child just yet.

Misendeavor: She's too young, and has too much to learn before she's ready to pass that on to a child herself. FlashGuardian13: *nods* So we are in agreement. A child would be wonderful, but not yet. Now is too soon.

Misendeavor: Well...there's lots of other stuff to do first =P Yes...And as psions they can control such things. FlashGuardian13: *nods* Indeed.

Misendeavor: Poor ol' over confident Devaine *Sniggers*

FlashGuardian13: *chuckles* Yeah ...

FlashGuardian13: Careful, though ... if people start believing him, who's to argue?

Misendeavor: He really has to learn that 'sight' isn't...precise. Ever. Misendeavor: And..Well..Anwyn is. Not being pregnant is kinda...an obvious thing after a while

FlashGuardian13: That, and ... have Flash and Anwyn actually gone that far yet? I'm inclined to say yes, after their first experience on the beach ... but it's always been left hazy and in the background, even for us.

Misendeavor: Yes, they have...I can't believe they wouldn't have...not with the feelings between them

FlashGuardian13: *nods* Definitely. Far too much emotion and desire between the two ... and they're both young (physically, at least) and very attracted to each other. That much is clear. It doesn't make sense for them not to have.

Misendeavor: Exactly my sentiments, especially spending every night together. I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be this comfortable around each other if there was an underlying tension there

FlashGuardian13: Anyway, I can't help feeling like we're behind schedule or something. :-P Up for some roleplay? Besides, I could use some happier stuff than what's going on right now ...

Misendeavor: I'd love some RP =) I'll even let you pick the scene

FlashGuardian13: Well, why don't we finish the training scene? We've already started, and I think a finish is close at hand.

Misendeavor: Works for me =) FlashGuardian13: ----------------------------------------

Misendeavor: The young woman moves with an innate grace, her torso held firm even as toes point, and legs flex and bend to propel her across the floor. It truly could be, should be...Well, is, a dance, especially with the snaking plait of her hair weaving and gyrating like it was charmed by the powerful, yet lithesom movements. The tall youngster mirroring him as if a lake to his mountain, reflecting the strengfth of movement back to him, diluted a little by the ripples of youth and inexperience, but the image made out easily enough. Soon she's moving, flowing, bending and arching alongside in, a perfect puppet pulled by the strings of encouragement and instruction. So eager to please, fierce green eyes burning with an inner flame, repetitive, over and over, not dropping her focus for a moment. Misendeavor: ((*Pokes*))

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin smiles, pleased at her progress. Certain steps would still need to be smoothed out by further practice, but her learning is remarkable. Young minds always did learn quickest. Eventually his hands are brought up into motion, showing her the various blocks and attacks of the crane style, all in flowing sinuous motion. He cannot help but be distracted in watching her, like poetry in motion, causing his own steps to falter once or twice. Eventually, once he feels he has shown her all the basics, he steps back and nods to her, standing with his arms clasped behind his back in the stance of a judging teacher. "Alright. Now you show me." A test. Though Flash can't argue the fact that he'll enjoy the chance to watch.

Misendeavor: Her chin rises to the soft words of his challenge. Coming to rest only to force herself still and away from the arches and flows she's growing to love already. Her hands straight to her sides as she bows to her Sensei without any trace of anything other than dedication and focus. The woman was like a flower stem growing towards the sun though, always her spirit close to his, even when as absorbed as she seems now. 'Hai, Sensei' Soft words to equal his as she takes up the starting pose with all the remembered grace he used. There's an adaption already though, to suit her slimer frame, the slight bending of one knee met by the risen toes of another, toes that touch to the floor just to keep perfect balance. Misendeavor: Her foot arching gracefully into a slightly extended leg as arms come up in a readied defence. Still as marble and just as stunning with her face set in determined lines. Her breath slowing with the focus that starts her moving, arching and falling, rolling and twisting, sticking to the basic lines of his movements, but there's the unmistakable newness of power there, a confidence in the blocks, a joy in a twisting jump, her face splitting into a smile at the sheer joy of the freedom found in movement

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin watches for a time with growing awe and satisfaction. "Good ... good!" he encourages her, though his words are scattered with gentle corrections and further advice. "Head straight through the turn ... don't get lost in the spin, keep your hands up ... that's it ... longer strides ... let it flow ..." His words are calm, bearing no hint of frustration as he guides her in the dance, his smile ever present, his demeanor one of awe as if watching a young bird's first flight. But there is one final thing to be learned before the lesson is over. Jaimin brings his arms out from behind his back, striding carefully towards Anwyn. "Don't stop ... keep going ..." And before Anwyn knows it, Flash thrusts a hand forward into her dance, reading her motions to project his open hand strike in the path of one of her blocking motions, her arm deftly deflecting it away just as he had intended.

FlashGuardian13: Should she stop, he will stop. Should she continue, he also will continue, reading her motions as best he can and following her lead in a sort of reversal. But his stance is certainly not the crane as he stands there powerfully, arms coiled and ready to strike, like twin predators just waiting to pounce.

Misendeavor: At first his movements have her as unsettled as the bird she's taken as a namesake for this fighting stance. Having been so focused on the movements, and his voice, instantaneously correcting each mistake through his words and instinct. The instant she makes the deflection though something shifts in her expression, in her poise...A confidence and determination flooding into the joy at learning. A game to a child yes, but it was about the dance...and now it as a dance for two. She continues, sweat beading at her brow to run down her cheeks as she blocks and parries, her style almost completely defensieve for now, but the twisting, limber grace for a beginner is..rightfully inspiring...

Misendeavor: Then there's the lull, each waiting on the other. the bright green eyes of the red haired woman taking in his stance, flowing over his coiled arms, reading the tension as she forms her own stance. Graceful her hands set to recieve him, feet set to spin...Ready for the flight in fight that made it so beautiful.

FlashGuardian13: Flash continues to put forth blows for her to deflect, showing her how each motion is used to block certain kinds of blows at various angles, knowing how each strike should be countered ... until she stops, and so does he. Eyes just stare for a moment as the realization stirs in him that he's just been handed the lead of the dance. A smile comes over him, and he springs forward, choosing a simple jab to start things off and going from there, letting her feel the power behind each strike, his stance and motions almost feline in strength and nature. At first he is pulling his punches, stopping just short of her with each strike ... a kind of safety net for the beginner. But as she begins to learn, he begins to follow through his attacks, reaching out to actively touch her ... then strike her ... seeing just how far he can go. And all the while he is smiling in wonder ... his love of the fight clearly showing as the two get lost in the dance.

Misendeavor: The woman doesn't shy from him, or the power in the blows, seeking instead to learn from mistakes, to better dart and wind, weave about the powerful thrusts and strikes from her lover. The safety net only needed for a few turns about the floor, before she somehow manages a graceful sweep of her foot in a high kick to get through his defences...Then she's dancing with him, in freefall of twists and blocks...The defensiveness of the crane, the windlike bends and flows of her gracefully body taking a few of his powerful blows but rather than stopping to complain, or pout her face just becomes more detemined, catching his eyes to smile, her face flush with concentration, focus...and love of the dance of this fight, with him...A dance for twinned souls, pushing the other. Misendeavor: There's no doubt she lacks skill, that she lacks power and that her movements could be cleaner...But she's learning with every twist, step and weave, and more than that, she's just as lost.

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin wasn't quite expecting her to retaliate with her own kick, yet finds his own arm brought up purely out of instinct to catch the blow ... only to end up with his arm briefly pinned to his head by her foot for a moment. He laughs just a little, beaming ever wider, even more encouraged in his pursuit. If one of his blows connects with her, he simply repeats it again until she gets it right before moving on to another, knowing that he'd startled her more than hurt her. And so the chase proceeds, winding all about the dirt floor of the dojo, an occasional grunt or battle cry sounding out through the arches in the tall ceiling above, the dojo seeming to watch from on high as the chase goes on ... his strong form swiftly striding, broad shoulders twisting with each motion and sweat forming on his brow, legs pumping to keep up after her ...

FlashGuardian13: and then with one final blow, he pauses again, a glint in his eyes as he assumes a more defensive posture, an open invitation for her to try her luck.

Misendeavor: Her breath is shallow now, skin slick and glowing with perspiration, her smile a little taut now as she pulls herself nimbly back into her starting poise, her chest rising and falling with the exertion but there's a matching glint in her eyes, having crudely perfected each block to the continued rain of attacks,rt.

Misendeavor: soft sounds of concentration slipping from her own lips..Grunts and soft cries as limbs carry through blocks and dances back. Now though she's sizing him up, her eyes narrowed with a hunger for the thrill of the fight that would've been unthinkable before they started what seemed like hours ago...The trust they had for one another making this dance possible. The open invitation remains between them as the bird starts to circle the tiger...Power so obvious in his frame, emenating from him, even though neither of them are using spirit powers. Then, with the sudden rapid movement so familar of a heron swooping on a leaping fish she darts forward, a sharp snap-kick of her leaping leg as she clears the floor to give the sudden attack more power, set to follow through past him, in a dancing da Ready to begin again, to follow through with a double handed strike to his spine as she takes flight to the edge of the room.... Misendeavor: Never still, trying to minimise the risks from inaction. It was audacious, vivicacious as she screaming out to give it move force, but so very her

FlashGuardian13: Me stands as a bastion of defense, ready and waiting as she descends upon him, rolling back and away in a spin, a single arm swinging back to powerfully deflect the two-fisted strike, each motion exaggerated ... where the crane moves with the blow, the tiger uses sheer force to deflect it ... making it that much easier as the crane rebounds from the solid blocks, never stopping for a moment and using the momentum to strike again and again, backward steps traded for a lunge to the side, hands brought up once more as she wheels on him again, tracing elegance circles all about the floor, their dance voiced in further cries and grunts from a handful of blows which make it through the weak defenses of the tiger. Strength makes one stiff, after all ... just as he leans a bit too far back from one of her higher strikes, his front leg exposed in front of him, leaving him clearly open for a low sweep of her leg ...

Misendeavor is idle at 3:23:12 AM. Misendeavor is no longer idle at 3:26:51 AM. Misendeavor: It's too easy, too obvious, and the Crane is a young one, and still so cautious, seeking first to disorientate by a rapid blur of a spin that has her plait lashing towards him, then, only then does she sweep her leg to unbalance the powerful, but stiff beast. The dance had become so intricate that she was forgetting herself, forgettig fear and weakness, just giving everything to the sways, to the thrusts and parries, her voice joining his in the heat of battle as she hopes to gain the upper hand for the first times. FlashGuardian13: Jaimin is indeed caught up in the whirling motion of his love, as is the crane's style ... distracting in its beauty. Her leg sweeps about to catch his own, bringing his foot up from the floor as she catches him just behind the ankle, their feet locking together as he works to resist her with his strength ... the whole maneuver resulting in a tangle of legs as Flash is swiftly dropped to his back, with Anwyn falling over him, bringing his hands up to shield his face as the dance comes to a screeching halt ... but is he shielding his face, or hiding a smile of mischief?

Misendeavor: The woman's breath jolts from her a moment as her face impacts solidly with his chest, legs as locked as lovers who'd been engaging in a whole different dance. Though breathless and glowing as they are it could be easily misconstrued. For a moment she just lays there, catching her breath to the beat of his heart Then she raises herself up on elbows rested on his shoulders...her smile meeting his, the light in his eyes bringing a laugh bubbling to her lips.

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin does indeed have a light in his eyes, of playful wonder and heartfelt appreciation as he lays there, his chest rising and falling powerfully as he works to recover from their rigorous chase, laughing just a bit in his enjoyment. A playful smirk comes over him as he gently raises his hands, fingers rising along her cheeks to hold her gently, like a wild flower in full bloom. "Lesson over," he whispers, his thumbs rubbing along her cheeks. "And what have we learned?"

Misendeavor: Her eyes still wide with the excitement of the chase, though they gentle as he touches fingers to her flushes cheeks, letting herself nuzzle the fingertips that indelibly mark her skin. Her own breath a conterpoint against his chest, rising with the fall of his as her body floats to the waves of his lungs. Her lips lower just a little, breathless with wonderment and awe as she is, there is nothing like this closeness 'Many things, Jaimin...But none more so than that sparring, like the rest of life ends best in your arms.' A loving whisper from the woman who moved with the grace of the wind so little time ago, leaning for a soft kiss to seal the end of the lesson 'And, I know the lessons are just beginning...For us both. Life and love both the biggest lessons of all.'

FlashGuardian13: He smiles broadly, nodding in silent agreement even as his hands begin to glow with that familiar white, now shining with the rainbow hues that lie within him, a reflection of his love and their gift to each other, his touch warm and wonderful as his healing spirit spreads throughout her, comforting her weariness and making her forget the aches of various blows, though the lesson taught from them still lingers. Another kiss is given amidst the warm embrace of his essense, feeling himself drawn to her even as she is drawn to him. The lesson is over, though the images of her dancing steps and strikes, her whirling grace and limber beauty still play about in his mind. Never before has he been so entranced ... he finds himself helpless before her and wanting more ...

Misendeavor: ((Scene End...And you need sleep...Perfect timing ))

FlashGuardian13: ((*grins and nods* Definitely. Couldn't have hoped for a better ending, I think. What'd you think?))

Misendeavor: ((Loved it, loved em..Perfect =) ))

FlashGuardian13: ((*grins mischievously* Soooo ... was Flash's opening purely accident? Or on purpose?))

Misendeavor: ((She thinks it was on purpose...that's why she didn't buy it right away))

Misendeavor: ((He's too good for that kind of mistake))

FlashGuardian13: ((*chuckles* Indeed he is.))

Misendeavor: ((She's sharp...We both know that.))

FlashGuardian13: ((Indeed she is. And so is Jaimin. They're both too smart to keep anything from each other. Such an amusing and wonderful pair. I think Flash has finally met his match. ^_^))

Misendeavor: ((*Chuckles* Oh you think do you? hmmm? *Laughs* She's certainly going to give as good as she gets, she knew it was a set up...But she also knew he must have done it for a reason..So took it with as much grace as she could))

FlashGuardian13: ((Hey, she fell gracefully! *grins* Well, I guess neither of them looked fully at their best as they tangled up back there ... but, all in fun.))

Misendeavor: ((*Giggles* They have fun with each other, even in the heat of sparring...And, well...They're happy and healthy and...*Psst* It's past your bedtime))

FlashGuardian13: ((*grins and nods* So it is. And here I am trying to bring the RP with Flash and Glyniss to a close.))

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