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Caim of Caerleon ([personal profile] loverofinnocence) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2013-03-20 05:42 pm

The Time to Fence is NOW

Who: Caim, Students, Lurkers, and So On
Where: Fencing Class
What: Fencing Class
When: 03/21 - Late Morning
Warnings: What could possibly go wrong.





If there was one thing Caim could admit to excelling at - aside from murdering - it was the mastery of swords. In Midgard, the prince would have thought himself a Renaissance man of weapons, considering his training went through a plethora of fields. He could wield pole arms, staves, axes, and so on. Only thing he'd never really picked up was a bow and arrow, but that required to stay in the background of things. Perhaps it was regal authority that commanded in him a reminder that even the prince of a lost land needed to uphold some form of leadership quality - which demanded his presence upfront and centre.

For Christmas of 2012, Caim had given each student enrolled in his class a foil, particularly engraved with the pupil's name in the handle. Mostly so no one would suddenly accuse another of taking his foil as they trained and sparred. In hindsight, he supposed it was a nice gesture made on his part.

The class itself would be one part discussion of technique and minute demonstration, one part student solo training, and the final part student pairing training. Offensive and defensive maneuvers were to be held in the same high regard. Vertical strikes, horizontal strikes, the rotation of the wrist, the ability to stand lightly and hold a commanding presence, parries, and evasion were all key points to the traditional world of dueling, something not even Caim was foreign to.

In short, it certainly was nicer than Goose's piloting class.

The classroom itself was welcoming. Well, as welcoming as a classroom could likely feel, at any rate. Desks pushed further back to leave open floor in the front and Caim's desk, which was home to two yellow Pikmin with toothpicks, clearly interested in helping him teach. He stood behind it, as stiff and rigid as he ever was, a hand poised at his buttwings hip, and the other at the dry-erase board with pen in hand. And a chair behind his personal desk pulled out for his sister, who'd been so kind as to fulfill the role of his vocal translator.

Undoubtedly, it'd be intriguing. And maybe some students would stab themselves.
shallajin: (Heh~)

[personal profile] shallajin 2013-03-21 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Ellistree made her way into the class bright and early, eager to see what martial training from foreign lands could yield. She'd been through enough intense training to last her many lifetimes, but being half elf gave her the longevity to learn much more than the shorter lived races. Having been part of the military during the battles that ravaged her world also instilled in her the need to keep fresh, keep on her toes and keep learning new tactics to overpower her opponents.

That said, the towering female bowed in salute to the teacher before taking a seat while class begun.
luneshalla: (Thoughtful)

[personal profile] luneshalla 2013-03-27 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
While she wasn't the most formal, usually, she still had respect for instructors and the like. It wasn't often that one could find people willing to teach others and that was a tradition that she held in high regards.

She'd wait for things to get going and behave, for now.
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[personal profile] stillawoman 2013-03-21 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Furiae had arrived early, if not with her brother. She herself had never been taught how to wield any sort of weapon as a child, leaving her only exposure to training being the days when she would watch her brother Caim and her once-fiancee Inuart have friendly matches between each other. Now, in partaking in the class, she was learning more of the work that went into perfecting such an activity- though really, she was still only a beginner...

But despite this, she would be Caim's voice for the class. And in taking up the role of Caim's interpreter, Furiae had studied thoroughly in preparation; she turned to the few books in the library as well as to her brother, with whom she made sure approved of how she would deliver his explanations and instructions.

Clear and loud enough to be heard in the whole of the room. It had been strange to begin with, to raise her voice from the usual level she spoke from. But Furiae made no complaints.

And she didn't make a sound either as she sat in the chair that had been designated as hers, observing the classroom. She gave a polite nod to anyone who looked her way, but for the time before the class began, Furiae spoke only if spoken to.
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[personal profile] stillawoman 2013-03-26 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Confident? It was a question that Furiae had asked herself before, in realising the obligation that she had placed upon herself. It had been an obvious solution at the time to the problem of hosting a class with no way of communicating to it, and at no point did Furiae change her mind.

But how unlike her it was, she had thought in preparing for it. Then, what was like her? Little was always the answer to that, with her life being nothing but the wait for death. It was hard to even think if she would have been so bold to volunteer for the role of a speaker in front of many. It wasn't unlike a royal life, perhaps- though the men, the princes and the kings, were more the ones to speak, princesses and queens had their own duties to fulfil as well.

And what princesses would have taken up a class in fencing? None in the books Furiae had read when she was younger, which was the closest comparison she had ever had to a source of what was 'proper' for someone like her, other than her own mother.

Caim's look was one that needed no words, and she gave to him a nod. A smile joined it too, if only because of her brother's own- for how could she refuse to return it, even though looking to his face reminded her a troubling knowledge inside of her.

Do you wish to see me gone?

But as was her way, Furiae looked back towards the class and said nothing, her lips forming back to nothing but a line.
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[personal profile] stillawoman 2013-03-27 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
With her head turned, Furiae was unaware of how quickly she had been read by her brother, even though how momentary the question had felt in her heart. If only she knew how easily those weak and pitiful emotions could be seen by others, she would wish desperately that the black thoughts that encompassed her mind would be the lot to never be exposed.

For they existed, such a long time with her, those ugly thoughts that were her companion in the hopeless of times, the painful of day and nights. And even now, in these more brighter days they crept alongside her jealousy, made louder her fears of losing her brother.

If the worry lingered, it was only as voice in the back of her head and an unwelcome bitterness in her mouth as she looked to the class with little attention actually to. There was certainly no reason for Furiae to expect then, as she simply sat there, to suddenly receive that tender affection from Caim. The feel of him, near to her lips, on her skin; the princess couldn't react at first, as if there was nothing to react to. It was so out of place, that such a thing couldn't have possibly been. Her thoughts had been extinguished and made blank.

But a second went by, and with it Furiae's stillness; she looked back to her brother once more, and upon her face was a look that could easily be read by any in the room that saw it, so obvious that it was.

And Furiae hadn't forgotten where they were; that only added to the shock to receive what, yes, could only be described as a brazen act. So much, that even then in her reaction, Furiae could not speak any words to her brother. Only a hand lifted to the side of her face, as if it would somehow confirm that a face was there to be kissed, but nothing was spoken but the question in her eyes meant for Caim.

Her heart was far from quiet though, dancing in the suddenness, and sending the blood flowing through her much quicker than it had been a moment ago.

And all she had to do was stay seated in a chair.
stillawoman: (Default)

[personal profile] stillawoman 2013-05-14 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
His smile, to see it on the face that her eyes met with, brought across the gesture's innocence, and with it some amount of shame in her heart that did not entirely deserve to be there. It had been unanticipated, unknown in their relationship even as siblings, and yet Caim appeared so calm about it.

But maybe it was because her scared heart was still known to him, despite the words he had promised her - words that she had accepted. Yet still, her doubt... it was too hard not to be frightened deep inside.

Saying no words, she shook her head and apologised by the expression that replaced the one before it, her lips copying the shape of what Caim's had been. Though he mouthed the words slowly, somehow, she still mistook them to be a rather different question.
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[personal profile] testsubject1 2013-03-22 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Chell had signed up for the class, determined to improve her fighting ability. While she was great at using her wits and logic to stay alive, fighting someone without a portal gun, or without surfaces for the portals to stick, was an entirely different matter.

She had gotten better in some ways - the martial arts class made her stronger and in better shape and taught her some basic techniques (though the teacher was questionable at best), but she wanted to learn more. Hence this fencing class.

Of course, she remembered what happened on Valentine's Day. It was a vague memory, one that she actively tried to block out, but she remembered not feeling like herself at all. And Caim was involved. Somehow the two of them had seemed to fall head over heels for each other, but once the day was over, the feeling left completely. Chell was actually quite embarrassed that she let her guard down so easily, but she had found out it was the work of - yet again - robots. Of course.

So when she sat in the back of the class, she still felt slightly awkward. Her gaze didn't quite meet Caim's. While she didn't have any romantic feelings for the man, she still found him interesting at the very least. And she really hoped that it would stay that way.
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[personal profile] testsubject1 2013-03-23 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Caim still had that princely charm to him that had caught Chell's eye during that terrible holiday fiasco. However, she didn't detect that same vigor that he had displayed during that time. Well that was good, at least. She hoped that whatever had happened was simply the result of those damned robots, that they could simply resume being acquaintances.

Still, Chell at least could treat him with respect, since that's what he was doing to her.

So she nodded in response to his greeting, though the expression on her face didn't change much from its neutral look.
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[personal profile] testsubject1 2013-03-28 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
There was something mysteriously intriguing about Caim. She didn't feel unsafe in his presence (well, she never truly felt safe, but she felt better with him teaching this class than someone else).

When he approached her, she looked up inquisitively, trying to read his expression. Fortunately it wasn't too difficult, given the situation. He wanted to know what she was doing here.

So she nodded, confirming his assumption. There was a determination in her eyes then, a glint that showed her enthusiasm to learn to defend herself.
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[personal profile] testsubject1 2013-04-04 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Eager and enthusiastic, certainly, but Chell unfortunately lacked any knowledge of swordsmanship. However, this was why she was in the class, so hopefully that wouldn't be a bad thing, right? Still, her expression diminished a bit and she shrank slightly back in her chair at the wordless question.

Slowly she shook her head in response.
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[personal profile] testsubject1 2013-04-26 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Graceful was a relative term. Perhaps Chell was clunky in some areas, but she had a certain finesse to her when she as in action. However, Caim had never seen Chell outside of this school, had he? She was just a young woman here, a silent woman who mostly kept to herself.

But she would probably look fairly clunky wielding a blade, and the thought did slightly embarrass her. But not enough to stop her. In fact, she had gotten over most embarrassment years ago. If she would be mocked for her technique, then so be it - as long as she learned and could put it to use.

So she gave a light smile in return with a hint of determination. She was ready.
vela_nova: ([Percival] Ready for battle)

Re: ATTENDANCE

[personal profile] vela_nova 2013-03-22 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Blaze had taken fencing lessons before. In fact she considered herself to have decent skill. In fact, if she could go back to her own dimension she might even have brought her own rapier for this lesson, but she would make do with the one provided by Caim.

Caim... She remembered him. She knew what he had done. But he seemed somewhat normal now. Whether that was his faking or not was up for debate, but whatever it was, she wasn't about to fully trust him yet. That being said, she was prepared to treat him with the respect she would afford to any instructor and see what he could teach her.

She nodded to him as she entered the room and took her seat.
caincarnate: (Pleased enough)

[personal profile] caincarnate 2013-03-21 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[There seemed to be a fairly new face about, lurking like a spectre in the cloak-like jacket hanging over his shoulders. While he'd been watching Caim intently, it certainly looked like Naoya had no intention of participating in the class. He definitely wasn't wearing the right footwear for any sort of training at all.

But there was a look of curiosity on his face, and a hint of amusement in the scrutiny of his eyes. Wasn't he the computer guy?]
caincarnate: (Cloak and dagger)

[personal profile] caincarnate 2013-03-22 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Naoya noticed when Caim's attention turned to him almost immediately, and shot him a wry smile in return. He was too new to the school to be informed about the fencing instructor's bloodstained deeds there, but nonetheless he shared a definite air of expectation to him - as though he was here to measure the kind of man Caim was. Though notably the suspicion and judgement that accompanied most were missing.

Calmly, the programmer folded his arms underneath the long sleeves of his haori.] Don't let me interrupt you.
caincarnate: (Smile that hides)

[personal profile] caincarnate 2013-04-12 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
['Observer' - the choice of words tickled Naoya somehow, and he gave a dry chuckle, as though laughing at his own little in-joke that no one else was close to understanding.]

Yes, I suppose I am. Your name sounded familiar to me, so I was curious if you happened to be someone I knew. However, I see now that I was mistaken.

[Yet it didn't sound like this error was an unanticipated one, at all. He seemed quite content to ponder this stranger's identity rather than take his leave. Some names were names, and nothing more - but others were a badge of prophecy for those who wore it.]
caincarnate: (Laid back)

[personal profile] caincarnate 2013-04-23 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Naoya gestured dismissively at the obvious fact presented to him.]

Only yesterday, actually. It seems we are both strangers to each other, then.

Do you know what your name means, Caim?

[Possibly he was the only person thus far to show more interest in Caim's etymology instead of his rather infamous actions. There was a playful air to Naoya's voice, one born from the confidence of knowing more than he let on.]
caincarnate: (Pet project)

[personal profile] caincarnate 2013-04-23 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Another serpentine grin. Casually, Naoya made himself comfortable and leaned against the wall.]

A name can be a wish, a hope... or a curse.

In the Gaelic tongue, it is another version of the name, Cain... the very first murderer. But according to the Mabinogion - a collection of Celtic folklore - the name belongs to a protective spirit. Two very contradictory things.

[The unspoken question was, of course, which of the two did this Caim happen to be?]
caincarnate: (Theodicy)

[personal profile] caincarnate 2013-04-23 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Naoya's gaze darkened, just enough to make the smile on his face seem slightly sinister.]

I should hope not. To kill your brother and wander the Earth eternally as punishment... I don't know many parents who would wish Cain's fate on their children.

[He knew nothing of the man Caim truly was, of course - the programmer was only calling upon the knowledge he held of Celtic culture. But from the way Caim's eyes turned their attention back to him was telling of some sort of note that struck true.]

We can only play the hand we're dealt, of course - knowingly or not.
Edited 2013-04-23 06:50 (UTC)
caincarnate: (Watching the cards fall)

[personal profile] caincarnate 2013-04-23 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Naoya blinked, before gesturing to himself.]

How rude of me - my name is Naoya. I just started as the teacher for computer programming and IT technician.

I don't expect our work will have us running into each other very much, but I hope we get along regardless.
caincarnate: (Sweetness)

[personal profile] caincarnate 2013-04-25 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
You mean graduation? [Goodness, such a stern instructor. It seemed like the teachers of the blade at this school all disapproved of any hint of slacking off. So old-fashioned. An attitude he could recall from centuries ago.

It'd been a long time since last he had to hold a blade in his hand. He remembered everything with complete clarity, but his physical fitness and muscle memory didn't carry over.]

Just a milestone to mark each passing year - their youth won't last forever. Life itself is hardly worth living, without the occasional reward.
Edited 2013-04-25 20:07 (UTC)
caincarnate: (Knowing smile)

[personal profile] caincarnate 2013-04-26 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose that would make us the zoo keepers, wouldn't it? Or perhaps dog trainers. Not exactly very glamourous, either.

[Of course, when it came to Naoya's opinion of other people, the vast majority weren't worth his time to think about, and the rest he regarded much in the same way - as pets or momentary amusements. Nothing permanent, and no one who could ever make a lasting mark on his heart. Well, none that he would ever admit.]

Is this the life you thought you'd be leading?
obfuskate: sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ: ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛ. (✘ ellipses x a googolplex.)

[personal profile] obfuskate 2013-03-21 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Caim is a murderer.

Let hell is his class not being stalked by this guy.
]
gunplay: (An ocelot is never impressed.)

[personal profile] gunplay 2013-03-21 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ocelot is mostly interested in guns, naturally. But he does have some curiosity about other weapons.]

[...Well, mainly he's wondering if there's any basass tricks he can do with them. He watches, waiting for something cool to happen that he can emulate, and ponders his own ideas in the meantime. Maybe he can twirl a sword... or juggle a sword at the same time he juggles guns... is it possible to cut a bullet in half after firing it?... hmmmmmm...]
gunplay: (Revolver spin.)

[personal profile] gunplay 2013-03-23 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, I have a question.

[Ocelot catches Caim's shoulder with one hand--personal space, what's that?--and gestures enthusiastically towards one of the swords with the other. He's a little too excited to be bothered by Caim's unconventional introduction.]

I saw a movie once that had a man use a blade to split a bullet in half after firing it. I want to do that. Can you show me how I should do the sword part of the trick?