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Post by Maxwell Tendas on Dec 23, 2020 20:53:07 GMT -4
When Max got back to the Home Base for the Twilight Town refugees, we practically went straight for his bed and settled in on the magnificently comfortable mattress. While he still had some difficulties getting to sleep, his tussle earlier with Arete had exhausted the last of his energy and, troubled thoughts or no, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep. While under normal circumstances that would mean waking tired, the better sleeping conditions actually meant he was better rested than he had been for most of his time in Twilight Town. That coupled with the fact that he didn’t get up until almost noon left him feeling much better rested and energized.
When he rose, he grabbed food(not scavenged from some dilapidated building, thank Relana) and ate, then went through his usual morning drills, consisting of some basic sword techniques and exercises with his hydromantic powers. By the time he was done with everything, he still had some time to kill before his meeting with Crazy Arete, as he’d come to think of her in his head. He decided, just in case, to secretly show up early and watch things to make sure she wasn’t up to anything nefarious. Afterall, she had attacked him without warning the day before.
And so he left the Home Base and opted to ride one of his discs of water to get a view from the air. The area she’d mentioned was easy enough to find, one of only a few green spots in this jungle of metal and concrete, and so he settled in up above to watch, sitting cross-legged on his aquatic platform to wait for her to show.
It didn’t take long before showed appeared walking out of the tree line with some sort of weapon in her hand and began running drills of her own with it, just as he had with Quicksilver earlier. As she swung it around, he began to notice some of the details of her weapon, and slowly realized it was a keyblade. He had found another wielder, completely by accident. He just sat there on his platform for several long minutes, contemplating what this might mean for their fight against the darkness. It was true that keyblades were the light’s best weapon against the darkness, but not all keyblades were wielded for the light, such as that Terra person he and the others had encountered in Castle Oblivion. He had to be cautious with her for now and not reveal too much about the others. He needed to determine if she might be a threat to them before attempting to bring her into the fold, lest he introduce a subversive into their ranks.
His mind made up, he stood and took a small amount of water from his platform to gather in his hand. Then, he slowly descended from several hundred feet up, reaching out with his hand to drip the gathered water on the young girl’s head.
“You look like you’re ready,” he said as he approached from above...
Post by Arete Megalos on Dec 23, 2020 22:38:51 GMT -4
Arete hadn't been practicing with her blade for more than a couple of hours when she suddenly felt the drip, drip, dripping of water on the very crown of her head. Suddenly annoyed with the notion that a passing storm might have decided to unforgivingly rain on her upcoming duel, she turned her eyes to the sky with a look of dissatisfied passion-
"You look like you're ready."
"Oh..." her brow continued to furrow as she stared up at the man from the night before, that same feeling of fluttering in her chest returning with a nasty vengeance as heat climbed from her belly to her bare shoulders and into her cheeks where it settled as a harsh reddening hue, "You are early."
Modesty aside, she lowered her weapon and puffed out her wrapped chest, giving him an incredulous look as she ran a hand through her freshly dampened hair and looked at the palm.
"Again with the water-" she scoffed, "I suppose that really was all you had, huh?"
Shaking her head, she turned her back to Max and notched her blade against her shoulder, moving back to the treeline where she had left her top and headgear before beginning her training session. Pausing momentarily, she stabbed the mysterious weapon into the grassy knoll the two were settling into and crouched to gather her things.
"No matter, we will still engage and it will give me the opportunity to show you what I have left to offer," she smirked as she slid her headphones over her ears then followed up with her top, fitting it where it belonged on her person before she turned to look side longed at her present sparring partner, "Though I suppose it should not have to be said that this will be a bloodless bout...unfortunately..."
She breathed the end of her sentence on a note of disappointment and gave him another good once over before tugging her blade free from the earth and moving towards where he hovered in the air on his watery platform.
"Though you are early...it leaves me to wonder why. Afraid I would run?"
Dec 23, 2020 22:38:51 GMT -4
Last Edit: Dec 23, 2020 22:40:17 GMT -4 by Arete Megalos
Post by Maxwell Tendas on Dec 24, 2020 12:48:40 GMT -4
A small, mischievous smirk crossed Max’s face at Arete’s reaction to the drips of water he’d landed on her. She seemed to glare up at him for a moment, her face flushed, before she merely remarked on him arriving early. She then ran a hand through her hair, puffing her barely-covered chest out in the process, and looked up at him when her hand came away wet. As he stepped off his platform onto the ground, she mentioned that water really was all he had.
“Depends on how you look at it,” he shrugged. Arete shook her head in response and, resting her keyblade oh her shoulder, walked back towards the tree line and retrieved her shirt and headphones. She gave him a mischievous smirk, remarking that it just gave her a chance to show what she could do. She returned, asking if he was so early because he was afraid she’d run away.
“No,” he said with a slight shake of his head, “I needed to be sure this wasn’t some sort of trap. I’ve been watching you for about an hour now.”
He nodded over toward her keyblade before continuing, “That’s an interesting blade you’ve got. Where’d you get it?”
Post by Arete Megalos on Dec 24, 2020 13:29:29 GMT -4
"Trap? What do you take me for?" A stranger, the answer was a stranger and she knew that. Everyone was a stranger in this world, in these times- she should have known better than to ask such a thing, "Never mind...it matters not, as I am not the type to set traps."
She toed the ground, barefoot as she'd decided against her sandals at the last minute and figured she'd have better traction without them anyhow. Besides, she didn't want to give him any sort of advantage over her and wearing coverings on her feet had a tendency to trip her up in past confrontations...at no fault of her own, she might add. But now he was telling her he'd been watching her for at least an hour?
An hour...
What had she been doing for an hour?
She looked down at the blade in her hand as he drew attention to it and she felt foolish for thinking she might have been doing anything besides training with it.
Arete was beginning to grow tired of how befuddled he made her.
"This?" she held the weapon aloft, giving it a slow brush with the back of her hand before jutting it into the air and smiling softly at the way it gleamed in the sunlight, "This was a gift from the Gods..."
Dec 24, 2020 13:29:29 GMT -4
Last Edit: Dec 24, 2020 14:57:28 GMT -4 by Arete Megalos
Post by Maxwell Tendas on Dec 24, 2020 14:54:26 GMT -4
When he’d first mentioned watching to make sure she wasn’t setting a trap for him, she seemed as genuinely taken aback and insulted as he had ever seen anyone. He had never really expected her to set a trap for him, but her reaction just cemented in his head that she was being honest and genuine. She tore at the ground with bare feet after, either embarrassed at her outburst or upset that he might think she’s set a trap.
“I check for things like that as a matter of routine,” he said, resting a hand gently on her shoulder, “But don’t worry, I trust that you’re not someone just looking to hurt me now.”
When he asked her about her keyblade, she raised it up above her head and declared it was a gift from the gods. That made him raise an eyebrow. She didn’t seem to know what the heartless were, or that she carried the strongest weapon against them. He could only wonder how.
“Well then,” he said among the ringing of steel as he drew his sword, “Why don’t you show me what you can do with it?”
He back-stepped a few paces and took up a ready stance, waiting for her to make the first move...
