Posted by Kywyn on 05-21-04 10:33 PM: A cloudy afternoon some days ago - Toadfoot Apartment The empty yard behind the Toadfoot apartment is newly washed by the previous day's rainfall, the smell of moist earth fading from the earthen tiles and grassy areas. Kywyn stands behind the broken vertical board fence which conceals part of the yard from the adjacent alley. He is wearing the loose-fitting, offwhite costume he has taken to, but his tattered, grey cloak is draped on a bench nearby with his pack and satchel. He breathes in and out deliberately as he finishes his warm up stretches and exercises. Planting his feet firmly a shoulder width apart, Kywyn bobs his center down while twisting to start an unarmed form practice. His left knee raises, putting him in a one-legged stance, before the foot slides out, skimming the ground to slump Kywyn into an exceedingly low stance. __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-22-04 03:07 AM: some days ago toadfoot apt Ely walks the streets of Garics. She had been waiting for word from Master H'su. She felt restless and as soon as the rain had broken decided to go for a walk. slipping on her grey mottled cloak over her dark grey pants and loose fitting top she slipped out of her one room apt. Exploring a nearby alley she saw some one aperently practicing a martial art the person seemed vaguely familiar so she paused to watch. His back was turned to her as he dropped into what looked like a wide horse riding stance. although she was by no means hiding you never know how some one will take an audience. Eli automatically bent her knees slightly and widened her stance setting her left foot down so as not to didturb a single dust mote. __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-22-04 07:37 AM: Kywyn continues for some time, unaware of any audience. His breathing is coordinated with his movements as he rises and falls. He sends his body sailing into a horizontal leap, twisting his legs in midair to land them one after the other. Landing in a lowered squat, he notices the shoes of the young girl watching from the alleyway. Kywyn looks up questioningly at the shadow near the fence. Blinking once, he thinks he may have seen this one before. Feeling somewhat disconcerted at being caught off guard but hiding it under his normal layer of apathy, Kywyn straightens up and walks over to the bench where his cloak lies. He picks up a cloth to wipe his brow and neck and drapes his grey cloak over his shoulders. Back still turned to Ely, Kywyn closes his eyes for a moment, trying to remember where he may have seen this girl before. "Wait..." he considers mentally, "I got it..." Partly in the shade of the tall fence, Kywyn turns halfway toward Ely. "Sheep." he thinks. "Sheep," he says. __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-22-04 03:30 PM: *the man stops doing his form.* .o0(hey he's not bad where have I seen him before) "My deepest appologies for disturbing your practice." *fist in palm nod. The man looks at her and says 'sheep'. ely is monentarily taken aback.* .o0(well he obviously knows me) "Yes, I am a shepherdess. My name is Ely. I feel that I know you, yet, I can not place you in my memories." __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-22-04 07:03 PM: Marking Ely's stance and salute, Kywyn picks up on the impression that she may be a fellow disciple of a style. Kywyn nods and pulls up his hood to conceal his face, hoping this visage is more recognizable. "I watched one of your sheep for a time quite a while ago. When he or she was lost it the city. We've met once... in the graveyard," he speaks softly. "Kywyn," he allows with a slight bow of his covered head. Kywyn makes a small sweeping gesture to welcome Ely closer. "You seem to be a student of an unarmed form. I have not seen many in the city. Would you care to talk or even practice a bit? Like I said, I haven't found the opportunity here before." __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-22-04 10:56 PM: Ely smiles broadly "Ah! of course!" *she said remembering how frightened she was of him. and how silly it seemed now.* "yes she is with me here in the city just in some stables I work at. Yes I am always interested in other forms." *Joins him in the court yard steping ever so lightly making contact with the outside of the balls of her feet first and only touching on the heel.* "I come from the Mesan Abbey in the mountains beyond Handsel. I study k'u chih quon and Mu Bot with Master Hsu Where have you studied and with whom?" She approaches closer to kywyn. __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-22-04 11:06 PM: "I have not heard of Mu Bot before... k'u chih quon sounds familiar... something with winding movements and open hands, right?" Kywyn opens his right hand into a palm. "I do not belong to any school. I studied with masters when I was younger... far to the north. I think I must be a dabbler compared to an abbey monk," Kywyn nods. "The Downward Spiral is what I have taken to calling the systems I practice." Stepping closer to Ely, Kywyn says quietly, "Is it a common practice in your abbey to practice free hand exchanges?" __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-23-04 03:59 AM: "Many times dabblers can be more dangerous than long time practitoners. Because they don't know what is possible they are unpredictable. That is what mu bot is all about, it is a formless form. K'u chih quon is very carefully coreagraphed movements much like your form. Alow me to demonstrate as a means of warming up." Moves a few steps away and begins her form the slow movements are all at exactly the same speed except the kicks which were sudden and snappy. Towards the end her body starts to shake visiably. She continues at the same delebrate pace sinkinking nearly to the ground and rising impossibly slow to a snap kick. She turns and exhales as she pushes her ki back to her center. "there." Eli swivels around and places all her weight on her left foot and steps out with her right. Her hands are open and left below the right at head height. Her face is tranquel with a slight smile. "lets begin." __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-23-04 04:01 AM: Kywyn nods and watches intently as the monk completes her warm ups. Feeling self-possessed enough to remove his gauntlets for a time, Kywyn also pulls the armoring off his dull grey boots. Undraping his poncho-cloak and leaving it on the bench, Kywyn stretches his neck to the side. He is always wary of sparring with strangers. Too many headstrong fighters wanting to prove their superiority or concerned with their pride, but she seems nice enough. A black frog crawls up on one of Kywyn's gauntlets to observe. Kywyn circles his adversary slowly with crossing steps, his hands are nonchalantly adjusting the slack in his pants legs. Shifting to the left then to the right, he advances toward the short-haired woman to start things off gradually. Waving both hands smoothly to Ely's side, he snares her left wrist with his left hand in a three-finger grip, leaving his index finger pointed to allow mobility. Kywyn's right forearm is used to block Ely's arm at the elbow, attempting to lock her in place and see how she escapes. Because of his light build, he would normally only venture such a close quarters maneuver as a counter, but judging by Ely's size, Kywyn thinks he might just be able to hold on. "Why do we fight without arms, Ely? Is it some sacred geometry we're afraid of disrupting?" Kywyn questions while facing partly away. __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-24-04 02:48 AM: Ely drops her left arm while rotating the palm to grab his his wrist so that he must raise his left elbow if he continues to hold on. She takes a step towards Kywyn and turns to face him. at the same time her right palm snakes above her left forearm headed for his chest driven by the force of weight shifting her weight forward. "Sacred geometry? You could call it that. Wepons make the fighting expierence richer, sometimes its good to use wepons but even with wepons in both hands you must still use your feet elbows knees, head...the sacred geometry must be flexable. __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-24-04 03:34 AM: Striving to absorb the impetus of the blow and distribute it along the lines of his stance into the ground, Kywyn is still forced back. His feet skid along the outdoor tiles and after about five feet, he hops to change his momentum and lands on one foot in a double knife-hand pose. "Damn." Kywyn lets his raised rear foot drop deliberately and then stays motionless, his front arm bent at up ninety degrees at the elbow, his rear hand pulled to the shoulder. "Where did you say you come from again? Have you been staying in Garic's all this time?" Kywyn interjects into their practice. __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-24-04 10:11 AM: .o0(he has good reactions for one so untrianed) "Mesan Abby about two day's journey to the east, I have just returned from a period of training. but you have been here a while, right? Did you fight in the goblin war?" Steps forward and strikes out with her right foot and right fist simultainiously. Aims for his body. __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-24-04 06:14 PM: Toadfoot Apartment "I have been here a while," Kywyn affirms. Intuiting that he cannot defend against the simultaneous attack fast enough, he crouches down low in his posture then a jumps rearward in a Lunatic's Frog Leap a safe distance away. Kywyn raises his shins to meet Ely's punch, which stings but also adds some momentum to his flight. "The war was fought, and I was there for some of it," he answers somewhat circularly as he finds himself landing too near the bench with his belongings. Before tripping over the bench, Kywyn rebounds from his landing by placing a foot on the long seat and springboarding up and back toward Ely. He fires off a middle height snapping roundhouse kick that is obvious and readily blocked. Nevertheless, it gets him near enough to twist forward and hook on to Ely's lapel (rather than a more viscous neck target). Kywyn pulls her in close while raising his knee and planting his heel firmly at Ely's stomach. "Death of one hundred demons. You know this move?" He starts to push her away with a point-blank heel kick, as if sliding a victim off an imaginary blade after impaling her. __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-25-04 01:16 AM: Re: Toadfoot Apartment .o0(huh, this looks like-) ________________________________________ ______________ "Death of one hundred demons. You know this move?" He starts to push her away with a point-blank heel kick, as if sliding a victim off an imaginary blade after impaling her. [/B][/QUOTE] ________________________________________ ___________ "oof" .o0( it is) Ely takes some of the force of the kick before twisting to the side and deflecting the rest. In twisting she brings her free arm in, grabs and twists the hand on her lepel. She then grabs the elbow with her other hand. She uses this grip to propell kywyn on his way. Ely leaps in the opposite directoin onto the bench full of stuff before noticing the frog. She is quite startled. "GAH!" She loses her footing, regains some composure, but still seems disturbed by the frog. "Is the frog yours?" Slowly standing up. __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-25-04 01:25 AM: Thrown forward by Ely's countermove, Kywyn finds he must tuck into a roll to avoid falling on his face. Halting in a crouch, one hand touching the ground, the other held out behind him, Kywyn glances toward Ely and Hex. "He is," Kywyn exhales. He stands and waits to check if Ely still wants to continue. "Takes less space than a sheep." Taking a left facing stance, Kywyn feints once with a twitch of his foot before propelling himself forward in a skip. Still facing sidewise, his right foot darts out, followed by a shuffle of his left foot. By the time Kywyn's left becomes the supporting leg, his right is already thrusting out in a hooking manner. Known as golden dragon swings its tail or simply a 'superkick' in some fighting styles Kywyn had studied, his heel shoots out at a reverse angle, seeking a high target. __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-27-04 12:28 AM: Taking a left facing stance, Kywyn feints once with a twitch of his foot before propelling himself forward in a skip. Still facing sidewise, his right foot darts out, followed by a shuffle of his left foot. By the time Kywyn's left becomes the supporting leg, his right is already thrusting out in a hooking manner. Known as golden dragon swings its tail or simply a 'superkick' in some fighting styles Kywyn had studied, his heel shoots out at a reverse angle, seeking a high target. [/B][/QUOTE] Eli steps out and drops low. Her left hand guides kywyns calf overhead. Her right hand sends a thumb towards a point midway up the outside of his thigh. __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-27-04 12:36 AM: Toadfoot Apartment -- some days ago Kywyn knows enough to recognize the pressure point attack but cannot do much about it as his momentum commits him to moving forward. Taking the numbing poke in the thigh, Kywyn lets the kicking foot land on the bench and hops up to join Ely. Feeling his right femoral nerve tingle with pins and needles, Kywyn pushes off the bench with his left leg and lands some ten feet away. Upon landing, Kywyn spins down into a seated position, legs crossed at the knees, arms outstretched, letting the blood flow into his damaged leg to start cleaning out the vital area strike damage. With an impassive countenance, the sweat dropping off Kywyn's brow resembles rain drops running down the face of a statue. "Never did learn my vital points that well," Kywyn muses. He looks to Ely's next move. "It's nice to have a fight with rules. Things can be true within a context." __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-27-04 12:49 AM: Ely getts away from the frog .o0(I HATE FROGS) "Oh I am sory about that I reacted harser than I ment to frogs make me...nervous... watching the frog she nears Kywyn now looking at Kywyn "I can help that." indicating the leg. "How long have yo been studying?" __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-27-04 12:59 AM: "I've been through worse, it's alright. Besides, you're holding back..." Kywyn uses his legs to twist back up to his feet as Ely approaches, indicating he is not done yet with a half-smirk. "Must be half my life by now," he voices stolidly. He throws his hands overhead and arches his back into a cartwheel to maintain some distance. Kywyn then dashes forward to leap into an oblique sidekick aimed at the shoulder. "You?" __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-27-04 01:41 AM: "most of mine" sidesteps the blow and grabs his leg at the ankle and high on the backside of his thigh in 'play guitar'. She pulls him off balance with his ankle and aims a palm strike for his dantien. .o0(you're one to talk of holding back) "You don't use your martial art self defence, do you?" __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-27-04 01:53 AM: Forced to land on one leg, Kywyn revolves on his toes like a dancer once his jumping kick is deflected. He turns, only to be met with an open hand press. "Unbalance the center," Kywyn reads in Ely's attack. Swaying his hips slightly to align his spine, he offsets his center of balance so that the push knocks him back rather than down. "You mean for brawling? I'd like to think there is higher art in it than that." Using a hand to squeeze Ely's palm into his own abdominals, Kywyn rotates to the side and back to the front in a whip-like motion, letting both arms blast out in a sudden circular pose, as if hugging a thick column of air. The backs of his fists and wrists look to impact into Ely's torso. "And there is more to things that we can see." __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-27-04 02:28 AM: .o0(holding back? hm very well.) Ely goes into 'golden cokral stans on one leg'. standing as if hugging a giant tree with both arms and a leg and wards of the attacks. she then stepps in to 'planters punch' aiming a twisting punch at his dantien wile guarding her elbow with the other hand. "where did you here that?" __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-27-04 02:39 AM: After being denied his attack, Kywyn is close to Ely as she turns the tables. The girl's fist slips under Kywyn's forearm block and nails him in the side. Rolling with the punch, Kywyn's body turns on a diagonal axis, and his turns into an exceedingly low crouched stance. His right leg is pointed out and his left is folded under his rear to form a seat. Running a thumb along his jawline, Kywyn says, "You get what I mean by art? The idea of order from a sense of chaos?" "The energy you exert forms into something more." Kywyn springs forward by uncoiling his bent leg. Seemingly exhibiting his artistic nature, he draws lines through the air as he would for an ink sketch, intuitively and creatively. Cutting ridge hands move in at different angles, and Kywyn ends with a thurst kick in which his arcs his back in the opposite direction for extra force. The result is Kywyn rotating in a turnaround. "What do you got? What are you looking for?" __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-27-04 03:06 AM: Smiles in recognition "Order from the chaos, yes. I have something you should see. Here look at this" She stands upright but not double weighted. Her hand makes a motion infront of her body and toses a small cube towards Kywyn. __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-27-04 03:15 AM: Spinning around from his kick, Kywyn catches the object tossed to him. "Where did this come from?" he asks. __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-27-04 03:23 AM: he holds in his hand a cube. three of the sides have symbols of chaos while three have symbols for order. "Its a q'o, a question without an answer. You throw it and it either comes up chaos or order. The question is was it chance or the order that caused it to be so?" __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-27-04 03:26 AM: "Mystic dice, eh?" he hefts the cube up and catches it once. "Did you make this?" __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 05-27-04 03:31 AM: That one, yes but it was not my idea it is a traditonal meditation technique __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-27-04 03:42 AM: Kywyn turns the cube over in his hand. "This is a question I have asked all my life. Fate or fortune. And the only answer I've found that works is no answer. Both and neither. You get that?" Sensing that their spar is at an end, Kywyn walks away toward the bench and shakes off the numbness in his leg. "Your technique is sharp, Ely. I was relying on crude talent and experience to keep up with you." __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 05-27-04 05:57 AM: "I felt a spark in that punch of yours. And I felt an energy." He looks back and tosses the q'o over his shoulder back to Ely. "Thanks for sharing your training technique, I know how closely guarded such things can be. I feel I owe something in return." Kywyn pauses and looks to see that no one else is around. "These are my dreams... that I've never lived before..." He grasps his right wrist as a dark tendril emerges and coils around his forearm. Kywyn's eyes glow gold. Whirling to face Ely while circling his hand around his head, Kywyn thrusts out his palm and the Hex Tongue shoots out in a helix that straightens to skewer through Ely's chest. The spectral tentacle causes no harm, though it protrudes from her back. For a moment, the black thread connects them. "This is my training technique, Ely, my discipline. To kill, to drain, it's what this strand knows. We play with the toys we're given." Then the ghost appendage retracts like a frog's tongue, and it is as if it never happened. It would be easy for Ely to disbelieve anything transpired. But something did. "I think I would like to practice with you again sometime. And if we are to really talk anymore, I didn't want to hide everything." "Chance or meaning?" Kywyn blinks and the gold hue is gone from his eyes, "That you happened by and we managed this exchange? We never we be here again... and yet here we are." __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 06-04-04 01:51 AM: some time ago at kywyns place quote: Originally posted by Kywyn "I felt a spark in that punch of yours. And I felt an energy." He looks back and tosses the q'o over his shoulder back to Ely. "Thanks for sharing your training technique, I know how closely guarded such things can be. I feel I owe something in return." Kywyn pauses and looks to see that no one else is around. "These are my dreams... that I've never lived before..." He grasps his right wrist as a dark tendril emerges and coils around his forearm. Kywyn's eyes glow gold. Whirling to face Ely while circling his hand around his head, Kywyn thrusts out his palm and the Hex Tongue shoots out in a helix that straightens to skewer through Ely's chest. The spectral tentacle causes no harm, though it protrudes from her back. For a moment, the black thread connects them. "This is my training technique, Ely, my discipline. To kill, to drain, it's what this strand knows. We play with the toys we're given." Then the ghost appendage retracts like a frog's tongue, and it is as if it never happened. It would be easy for Ely to disbelieve anything transpired. But something did. "I think I would like to practice with you again sometime. And if we are to really talk anymore, I didn't want to hide everything." "Chance or meaning?" Kywyn blinks and the gold hue is gone from his eyes, "That you happened by and we managed this exchange? We never we be here again... and yet here we are." Ely snatches the cube out of the air. There is the ghost of a smile, but she redies for another attack. The tendril shoots through her and she cannot move all her hair stands on end as if in a thunder storm. There is no pain but just a cold sensation. Her body reacts violently feeling as if she is at the hight of a fever, all except the cold in her chest. The tendril returns into kywyns arm. His eyes return to normal and he speaks again this time she hears some of what is said before she throws up. she looks at him in fear and manages "Wh- What are you!?" __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 06-04-04 03:00 AM: "That's not the best question, Ely," Kywyn notes it as one he has struggled with all of his life. "What are you looking for? In your training and your discipline. I've nothing but respect for that sort of devotion." Kywyn starts putting his gauntlets back on, feeling a bit self-conscious. "But I can tell by the look in your eyes... there are some things you don't learn in a monastery." __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 06-04-04 03:39 AM: regaining composure standing straighter "I... you have shown me your truth I will tell you mine. In the past I have sought only the teachings of my master. Recently I decided to seek knowledge beyond what he knows. There are wonders in my way of study, I feel on the verge of a breakthrough even now, but I seek knowledge and skills beyond that. So I have returned to the city but I am still not sure where to look. What you have showed me this day makes me burn with desire to learn more. you ask me what I seek and I tell you I seek a new teacher. __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 06-04-04 04:28 AM: "You want to know about the energies around you and within you," Kywyn says softly. "There are ways you can learn. There are people and places that can teach." Kywyn pauses. "I've heard stories, a long time ago, of styles... martial arts that unlock hidden or forbidden things. You have probably heard some of the same. I was once told of Ansatsuken - the assassin's fist - that allowed its masters to do amazing things." "Do you believe this?" "There is legend," Kywyn holds up a hand, "And there is this." "I cannot teach you this... but maybe we can talk a little." __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by ely on 06-04-04 04:41 AM: Ely pauses seeming to re assess the pail man before her. "yes I have heard, and I believe...things I have seen my master and upper level students demonstrate have caused me to guess at the broadness of this existance. we will talk, but later the hour is growing late." __________________ a small woman in her late teens, she stands about 5 foot nothin' she is dressed in mottled black and brown cloak she caries a quarterstaf and smells of sheep. sheep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posted by Kywyn on 06-04-04 05:03 AM: "Another time, then, Ely." Kywyn gives a nod of his head and returns to his backpack and frog waiting on the bench. Soon after Ely leaves, he heads back inside the apartment. __________________ "The world is a lie. The lines depend on who does the drawing -- and who does the seeing." A stoic, dark-clad and shrouded man with metal gauntlets covering his hands. • Come As You Are... • Artwork