Training and Shit (Open by permission)

Subject: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Fri Feb 12, 2010 9:03 pm

Training and Shit (J11) MAP

I find a quite moment to myself to roam through our immediate surroundings and to try to set some make shift barriers. I felt the best way to lead was by doing what you expected others to do. I had Tapp to help me out, but since Michael was more brains than brawn, I had him stay back at the base to keep an eye on things. That Marcellus Wallace guy seemed a bit iffy and a fire started and if that Adrian guy had returned to the camp, I would want one of ours to be there just to look over things since Ingel seemed to be in and out around this time. I knew that he was probably going through a huge amount of internal turmoil due to the fact that his significant other was out there somewhere pregnant and helpless.

At the moment, I stood in the tall foliage of the forest with a machete like blade held within the confines of my right hand. I wore a pair of black and green camo pants and a black Division 12 tee shirt. My usual equipment was in place about my form. In regards to the machete, I didn’t know how to use the thing, but I had enough common sense to know how to hack away at a limb or two that might be in the way. My initial idea was to create a border around our area with the pieces of the city that we had found, but after speaking with Kazakura, I decided that doing something sturdy and more uniform would be much better. Several days had passed since we had come here and by this time I didn’t know if we would be going back home. I had started losing touch with the city that I had lived in for so long wondering if I would ever have the convenience of running water and heat ever again. I had walked out about twenty yards from the camp by this time. I figured it would be a good boundary to set up. With the tools given from Kazakura I knew that we could start taking down trees and leveling out the foliage around our encampment. That way, there would be less hiding places for the indigenous species that were always a continual source of grief. Of course, one to take the easy route, I knew I could uproot a lot of the smaller and medium sized trees with the Enforcer. The wood would then have to be broken down for building material and for fire. It just stunk that we didn’t seem to have any skilled carpenters in our midst. Thinking that I had surveyed far enough, I turn to walk back to the camp. It is then where I hear a noise behind me.

Since I had not sensed anything, I knew it couldn’t be a demon. Instead I knew it was probably a part of this area’s wildlife. In turning, my gaze comes to behold a human. With a sigh of relieve, I nod to the large male and greet, “hello.” The male was dressed in what appeared to be hide based pants, a shirt and a cloak about his shoulders tied at the neck by a leathery twine. His facial expression had me worry a bit as he speaks up in an odd dialect, “give me any and all valuables on you, or die.” Thus I am given my options. I figured that crime existed in all ages and times, but I had started to wish that it had been a bear instead of a human. Speaking back, I answer calmly, “no.” There is a short pause of awkward silence as the male takes some time to register this response. He retorts, “what by the gods do you mean no?” I sigh and reach into my pocket for my phone. I had kept it off since there was no reason to keep it on. Turning it on, I hold it on my palm and press a button. A holographic screen playing, much like one would see on a media player visual, manifests and moves about. The roguish male takes a step back and gasps. I confirm, “yes, I am possessed by a demon of great power. You see my dark powers now. I suggest you run before I eat you.” The male hesitates for a moment, and then grins. He places his hands on his waist and then lifts his gaze as he gives a hearty laugh. For that moment, I am left in confusion as I give him an odd look wondering if I would have to shoot him for going crazy. Lowering his gaze, he explains, “all my life, I’ve waited for this! I’ve found a sage! All I have to do is kill you and eat your penis and you power will be mine!” I pause, “…wait… what?” The male crouches into a fighting stance and pulls out a short dagger, sizing me up. I continue, “wait… penis? Why, that makes no sense…” The rouge speaks harshly, “shut up demon! Everyone knows that’s where a man’s source of energy comes from.” I hold my head and shake it saying, “that is retarded…” I hold up my phone and say, “here, take this and be gone.” The male shouts, “I will not be fooled by your tricks! After I rape you, then…” I interject, “hold the fuck up! What does that have to do with anything?!” The man charges, “prepare yourself!” I take a step back as the approach comes. It was a straight forward charge with the knife blade extended to stabby stabby. Not willing to be penetrated by another man and being an expert grappler, I grab his wrists with both hands as he comes in. My body rolls back and both feet come to his gut. I push off at I roll back, my legs pushing him off and away into a tree behind us. The technique is flawless save for the face that I seemed to roll back into moose shit, bear manure, or a close equivalent. Feeling something warm and squishy, I get roll to the side and get up, moving around in a circle as I try, with little luck to look at my back. “Did I…” I look down and see what I had rolled in, “aww… shit…” Literally. By this time, the plucky assaulter had hit the tree, slide down it, and gotten back up and charged again. “Wait! Time out!” I say as he comes in with his attack. “Die!” he calls out as he thrusts at my gut. My body shifts to the side as one hand pulls his arm forwards and the other slams the back of my elbow into his face. With him stunned, I pivot taking hold of his upper body and pull him over me as I bend, slamming him into the shit as I yell, “I said wait!” He slams chest first into the shit and instantly leaps up several feel, jumping back from me and yelling out variations of “ew…” From there it was a shitty standoff.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Sat Feb 13, 2010 2:08 am

Training and Shit (Open by permission) Kaza_01

No seriously, there I was, padding through the forest on my demonic winged tiger. Minding my own business, looking all drop dead beautiful. remember I was minding my own business, going to the village to do some trading and maybe get a good deal or two on cattle for the future people. When all of a sudden, I catch movement through the trees, of a fight. How interesting, I almost pass it by until I hear the sound of one of those future people. Jyn, I believed his name was. A gentle nudge had kaelas transporting me closer to the fight just in time to see Jyn land in a big pile of lizard poo after being threatened with anal rape. Wow.... that was all I could think as I watched the events unfold. It was kind of comical as the second man grapples Jyn again and ended up chest first in the giant pile of lizard excretment. With his rather feminine way of expressing his displeasure, I had to start laughing. Kaelas at the sound plopped down on his haunches and I fell off. How unpriestess like of me. I quickly stood up and dusted myself off. A comment came to my lips and between chuckles I said, "I have heard of Kung fu, but never Kung poo. Is this some form of futuristic fighting style. Should I take notes?" My hand came up as I began to gather power just in case Jyn really had himself in trouble. But I would not go anywhere near them unless I had too. No shit, this is what I find in the middle of forest while minding my own business.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Sat Feb 13, 2010 3:10 am

Training and Shit (J11) MAP

The bandit looks up to notice the priestess and murmurs under his breath, “shit… a priestess.” Turning around, I had been too caught up in the fight to notice her approach, but before her words were heard, I had felt her as an ally. Turning I give a very un amused frown before looking back to the bandit. Since she was a lady, I wouldn’t ask her to “please stand by while I handle this.” I knew she had been over powered by the demon, so I would assume most of her abilities were time based and restorative, meaning as a frail women, she probably couldn’t fight worth a damn. The male was outnumbered and didn’t know if the priestess was a neutral party or not. Of course, with her being a priestess and me being a ‘demon’ he would assume that it would be her job to bind me, but of course, he wouldn’t allow her the pleasure before he could help himself to my ‘power.’ “Just stay back, priestss,” he warns, “I’ll handle this!” With that, he rushes towards me once more. I had started to notice that his speed was greater than a normal person, but having had to visually keep up with demons all this time in my normal line of work, it wasn’t really a big deal. Still it didn’t seem as if he had any magical abilities in him. I prepare myself for his second volley as he throws a punch, which I lean to the side of. Coming back up, the other way a wild hooks swings, before he spins and sends his foot out to my mid section. Catching the foot, my body pivots and spins horizontally taking him down to the ground with me landing on his leg. Crawling up his body, I place him into a headlock, locking it in on a path to put the male to sleep. I am unfortunately surprised as I find him slowly rising up, overpowering me and coming to a crouched position and then to a stand. I am very unhappy as I am pulled from his head and lifted over it. With a growl, I find myself tossed several meters away where I land very unpleasantly on a series of hard bushes and foliage. After rolling to the side, I grunt a bit as I get to my feet and look up at the man who was cracking his knuckles with a grin on his face.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Sat Feb 13, 2010 3:25 am

I rolled my eyes skyward having hoped that the males would part ways after my humiliating comments. But of course not. The man was clearing not in right mind as he pressed forward in his attack on Jyn. I begin a spell chant, "Salam, spirit of fire, I call thee to my hand." I simple fireball appeared in my hand and I released it using honing in on the crazy man from my own time. This would happen just after Jyn is thrown into the briars and the brambles. I winced. That was going to hurt. Most likely leave a mark. Apparently those from the future were a bit weaker than those from this time. As soon as we took care of this man, I would see to Jyn's wounds. "Are you alright, Jyn?" I call over my shoulder. I had just made myself a target now.

-used fyreball-

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Sat Feb 13, 2010 4:49 pm

Training and Shit (J11) MAP

As I stand to my feet, I notice something as the large man is struck in the chest by the fireball. My gaze shifts to Kazakura who seemed to be the shooter and I learn something else about her, she could control the fire element. That was interesting enough. My attention turns back to the toasty male who takes the hit in the chest much better than anyone I knew would have. After stumbling back, he catches himself as he holds his chest looking down with a bit of pain on his face, patting away the flames, before looking towards Kazakura and frowning, “I told you to stay out of this… this demon must have tainted you!” The male was now under the assumption that Kazakura was under some type of spell of influence. He grins and gives a sigh stating, “I didn’t think I would have to go this far, but…” Speaking to Kazakura, I advise that I was fine. The male reaches into his garments with both hands and pulls out what seems to be a small ball of string. He holds it in one hand and comments, “it’s over for you both now. Priestess, I don’t wish to hurt you, but I must recover your soul from this demon.”

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Sat Feb 13, 2010 8:41 pm

ooc: WTF barbque

I shake my head, "Put that down before you hurt yourself. What demon are you spouting nonsense about? This man is just....." I thought about how to phrase it so that it did not sound like he was a demon or that I was crazy. "... a special case. " I finished lamely. This male as surely crazy. I gathered power to my hand as I spoke. "I do not wish to hurt you further" I racked my brain for something to do to him. But I was ready in case he tried something with that ball of string. "My father always said that to argue with the insane would leave you looking like the insane." "Heaven's light, grant me knowledge of myself" I chant and three copies of myself spread out so that only I knew which one was myself. I almost spoke this inane comment that came to my mind about being beside myself, but I refrained. And thus I waited to see what this idiot had in store for us. (#2)

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:01 pm

Training and Shit (J11)
MAP

The male listens to the priestess’s words until they end in a lame manner causing him to discard them completely. He gives her an odd look and then shakes his head and resumes his aggressive stance. He notices the clones appear in different positions and he fully understands that he’s that much more outnumbered, still he didn’t seem to give up. He lowers his head and tosses the ball in the air before making a hand seal. The ball of string bursts apart and the string spreads in all directions. His hands rise in the air in the middle of the string and there is a tightening noise as his hands shift within the string, each strand becoming invisible due to its thinness. There is the sound of string tightening as he pulls his arms up then swings them down before spreading his arms open with each finger spread out seemingly connected to something. “String style jutsu preparation complete!” he grins. I look on wondering what he was doing, not really sure what to take from it. I knew that little girls played with strings and made little patterns and what not, but he seemed a bit old for that. Suddenly, he pulls his index finger down and there is the sound of something swiftly cutting through the air. There is a cracking noise and suddenly a tree to my flank falls towards my direction. “Crap!” I murmur as I leap out of the way, rolling when my body hits the ground, the tree landing with a hard impact behind me. The male pulls his left arm up, and dust rips up along the ground as the razor sharp string attacks one of the clones.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Sun Feb 14, 2010 4:30 pm

My eyes followed the man with a bit of wonder. When the dust flew and the tree came down, I just about jumped out of my skin. This was different. Something new. I wondered how I would fight those invisible threads that seem to be able to cut through trees. And then another one came straight for the one of my clones, upon hitting it, the clone disappeared in a flash of like. Well that was down to three of us. It had taken out the one to right so that still left me at number two. Right in the middle. It was time to get this man to where he was unable to use those strings, but how? A hand had the tiger rushing foward to attack the crazy man with the string. At the same time I began my chant. While I chanted, both clones mirrored my movements and voice. "Blades of heaven, come forth." (Spirit Half Moon Strikes) my hand comes out and three shining swords come forth. With a flick of my wrist, the swords fly at the man, over the tiger. The tiger upon reaching the man would try a claw attack at his lower legs.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Sun Feb 14, 2010 4:46 pm

Training and Shit (J11)
MAP

The tiger grabs the male’s attention more immediately than the spell as it queues to caste. Watching the tiger run towards him, the man would pull up with his right hand. Blades of grass would be clipped and the tiger’s front paws are bound up in the string. The man gives a harsh tug to unbalance the tiger before it had a chance to reach him, but he is not swift enough to respond to the fire blades coming at him. The man is struck several times in the chest by the attack and send to his back, seemingly hut by the attack. With a low groan, he turns to the side and shakes his head, with both palms on the ground in a prone position. On my end, I had gotten up and dusted off a bit. I discover the tree blocking me off visually from the fight. Coming to it, I pull myself up and hop over the trunk of the tree in time to see the magic attack on the male’s personage. I internally frown at the fact that it seemed that women fought my battles for me a lot.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Sun Feb 14, 2010 5:08 pm

The tiger gets caught up in the string and stumbles to the ground. He growled and gave a short roar at the fact that he had gotten caught within those deadly strings. My attack hits its mark and I dismiss the clones. The man lay on the ground apparently hurt by my attack. I watched him cautiously for a moment until I saw Jyn out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head I glance at him to make sure that he wasn't injured. The tiger would be trying to break the string around his front paws and biting at it. My eyebrow raised in question at Jyn as if to ask if he was alright.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Sun Feb 14, 2010 5:18 pm

Training and Shit (J11)
MAP

Coming over the log and standing, I look to Kazakura and give a nod to assure her that I was fine. I never liked taking falls and what not, but it was better than other things. I jog forward to secure the male, who seemed to be a bit dazed from Kazakura’s attack. He attempts to move as I get closed, but I am able to grab hold of his arm, pull it back and get a knee in his back. Holding him down, I use his strings to wrap about his wrists to at least bind him. The male proved strong as he attempted to power up and push me off of him yet again. I swiftly slam my elbow into the back of his neck and his lights go dim and he finally holds still. I give a sigh of relief as I continue to dog tie him with his bound hands tied to his ankles in a pig on a stick type manner. After I was done, I stand up and remark, “now to get him to the nearest cliff and throw him over.” Of course it was a joke, but I didn’t want the male coming near the encampment and starting trouble. I would have to do something with him. My hands reach to the hem of my Division 12 tee shirt as I pull it up and over my head. Shirtless, I look over the clothing in my hands, frowning at how shitty they seemed to become. I would have to either wash them, or burn them. Casually, my gaze lifts and in looking to Kazakura I agreeably comment, “thanks for the help. It seems he was tougher than he looked.”

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Sun Feb 14, 2010 6:05 pm

I watch Jyn hog tie the man. The tiger took my attention as he continued to get caught up in the string. Reaching down, I calm the animal and begin to untangle him. "You silly cat." I admonish as I work. When I hear Jyn's comment, my head shoots up and I glance at him. I hoped he was joking and my looked asked it of him. The tiger, finally free jumps up to his feet and shakes. "Anytime. It was the least that I could do for you." I had watched as he slipped the shirt from his body. Another male came to mind and I realized I just seen more of Jyn than him. Quickly I shoved that thought into the back of my mind. I looked back to the tiger and patted his head. "What do you really planning on doing with him?"

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Mon Feb 15, 2010 1:25 am

Training and Shit (J11)
MAP

My hand comes behind my neck as I rub it slightly, stretching my neck out and thinking with an annoyed expressed at the question. I supposed I couldn’t just leave him here, and I didn’t want to kill someone if I didn’t have to. Eating him was out of the question and I didn’t feel like having POWs at the camp. My hand lowers as my arms cross at my chest, my tilted gaze looking down at the hogtied man. I didn’t want to waste any gas driving him far away from here, so I was limited on choices within my comfort zone. “Well,” I begin, “I could just leave him here, but there would be a chance he would get free and find our base. I can’t kill him, since he is a man…” My voice trails. It’s then that an idea strikes me. I look to the kitty, and then to the man, then back to the kitty again. I look to Kazakura and ask, “is there anyway your feline can bury him somewhere far from here?” After speaking, I feel kind of silly since cats didn’t bury bones, it was dogs. Still, she might get my drift.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Mon Feb 15, 2010 10:34 am

I was glad he was not going to kill him, but the next statement had me thinking. “You want me to bury him alive?” that would be a bit barbaric. I shook my head and stared at the man. That would be the same as killing him. Then a light went on over my head and I got an idea. “Kaelas, fetch. Go set him loose on the other side of the lake. But first..” I take a a grip on the hem of my shirt and rip it apart a good two inches along the seam. Making a blindfold, I tied it over the man’s eyes. “Then fly back so that he cannot follow your tracks. Will this be satisfactory?” I ask to jyn as I watch Kaelas grab the man in his jaws, by the clothing. He would begin to drag him along. It might take Kaelas a few hours before he was able to return. “I was on my way to secure livestock for you and yours. Is there any specifics you need? Or perhaps you would like to join me on the excursion? Also if any of your people need healing, I can assist either when I return or before.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:00 pm

Training and Shit (J11)
MAP

I explain softly, “it’s a figure of speech.” I watch as the garment is compromised and is used to bind the male’s visual perception. As the question comes in, I give a nod and agree, “that would be very convenient for me, thank you.” I watch as the tiger lumbers away dragging the man through the forest; it would be a long trip for him. Had he woken up during the process, it probably wouldn’t have made things any better for him. My gaze shifts back to Kazakura as she speaks once more and advises of her current direction. I brighten up at the news that we would be getting some form of cattle in for our own purposes. Though it was great and all, but I didn’t think any of us knew now to butcher an animal much less create anything out of its pelt. We didn’t have realm to basically el goog and learn it either, so it would be interesting watching the first slaughter. To the offer, I suggest, “well, since I need a new shirt, perhaps we should return to our base. That way you can tend to our wounded and I can check in and redress.”

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:34 pm

I nod simple at his suggestion of returning for a new shirt. "Perhaps you should dress in the clothes for this era that we got for you last time we were together." I suggest. I really did not want to explain his clothing style to the town. I dust myself off and realize that the tiger had my healing kit. I was going to be relying on my spells then. Sometimes my mind left me and I forgot a bunch of things. "Also if you need anything else, We can get that there. Vegetables, fruits, dried or fresh. More clothing. Make me a list of what your people need and we can bring it back." I would follow him back to the encampment and do the healing. It was the least I could do. My hand reaches up and runs through my hair in a quick comb. the cat would be gone by now and I pitied the man.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:48 pm

Training and Shit (J11)
MAP

With a nod, I agree with the fact that I should probably go dressed as one of them. Still I would keep my ankle piece on me, since I pretty much always did that. It seemed good that we would be able to stock up. The people in the camp ate like horses, so it was always good to have more than you needed rather than needing more. I motion in the direction of the camp as she speaks and lead the way. I agree with her on her terms and start to explain the particulars of the camp. I let her know that not many of our people are accustomed to magics and we normally use natural methods of healing, such as disinfecting and allowing time to do it’s magic. I explain that if she can heal without lens flairs and glowing auras, then it would be best; basically if magic were used, then to tone it down a bit. I go into detail about how the general populace knows not about spiritual presence and other small peculiars about our culture. Before long, we reach the camp where I introduce her to a few people before I make my way to the Enforcer to change. Michael would be a familiar face as he walks up and greets her with a smile as I walk off; Tapp would still be out in the forest setting markers and taking down particulars of the topography. The children notice the pretty lady and seem drawn to her. During this time, Michael points out the wounded, including the Division 12 officer and Akera.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Mon Feb 15, 2010 9:19 pm

SO I was to use a little magic as possible. Well that would be easy. I explain how magic, even now, was sometimes viewed in an unsavory fashion. And then we were in the camp. I glanced around taking a quick stock of how many people, shelters, and such for a better idea of how much to get. There were children and I smiled. A dairy cow would be good for them. Also I was sure that some toys might keep them occupied. Then I see Michael and my face lights up. Someone else I knew and could feel comfortable around. I greet him in turn as I was greeting the mob of children. When I saw the injured, I told the children, I would be back but first I had to take care of the hurt. When I reach the division 12 officer, I kneel down and examine him. He appeared to be mauled by one of the forest animals. I gently place my hands over his leg, so that the mist that surrounded hit would be lessened and any light would be dimmed and blocked by my body. "Light of heaven, heal him" I whisper softly as my spell, more like a prayer to heaven. the flesh began to knit itself back together and in a quick moment his leg was healed. Hopefully that was what Jyn was looking for. At least the bandages would still be in place so it wouldn't be apparent as to what had just happened until someone changed them. Perhaps I would just be viewed as a crazy lady from this time. Praying over the wounded. It was just about as muted as I could make it. The same was done for the girl. Then I stood and dusted myself of again, smiling at Michael and the children.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Tue Feb 16, 2010 12:30 am

Training and Shit (J11)
MAP

Michael leans back and watches as Kazakura pray over the wounded man. Since he knew she was a priestess and of her powers, he was a bit relieved that she had a chance to look at his leg. With a nod, he thanks her as she stands and dusts herself off. Around this time, I come back onto the scene in some rugged slacks and a more traditional folding style shirt that I wrap up with a cloth belt. Approaching the group, Michael inquires, “did you change into the underwear too?” I frown stating, “I don’t think I could walk straight if I did.” I look back to Kazakura and then down to the formerly injured Division 12 guy who probably had a name. He remarks on how his leg felt so much better and was sure to thank Kazakura several times. I advise him to continue to take it easy and that we would change the bandages later on tonight. I figured that he might have already been healed, but no need in revealing that to the others immediately after she prayed over him. He seemed to understand, remembering his settings and agrees. “I’m ready,” I assure the priestess as I motion to allow her to lead. I advise Michael that I would be returning later and that he and Tapp were to watch over things in my absence.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Tue Feb 16, 2010 1:08 pm

As the men talk of our clothing I couldn't do much more than chuckle. Shaking my head I lead the way out of the camp with a wave to Michael and the children. I had a soft spot for kids of any age. I would take him a ways towards Coatang before the beast finally returns above us and lands. "Care to go a bit faster than walking?" I ask as I mount the rather large tiger. If he agrees, I would offer my hand for him to mount behind me. IF not then I would just move kaelas to pad along beside the man from the future. Either way we would be going to get a few things from the village during their summer festival. Hopefully he would mount behind me. Then we would be going at a much faster rate as the tiger dashes through the forest.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Tue Feb 16, 2010 10:11 pm

Training and Shit (J11)
MAP

After walking some distance from Haven, I notice the arrival of her fury friend. With him here, I would assume that all went well with the deposit. Now that was no longer an issue and I wouldn’t have to worry about if the man got free and hurt the kitty or not. I watch as it lands and she speaks on mounting it. I am invited on an Aladdin magical carpet ride effectively taking the ‘bitch seat’ of the large and thick pussy(cat). With a nod, I decide that getting there faster would be in everyone’s best interest and I thank her for the offer. With that, I get up on the thing and position behind her. I had never ridden a beast before, so I didn’t quite know what to hold on to, so the beginning would be a bit awkward for me. Looking about the best beneath my spread leads, I ask, “so just hold on the best I can?” The priestess was a pretty fair lady, I didn’t want to seem as if I were getting touchy in assuming I would put my arms around her waist for the ride.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:06 pm

I roll my eyes heavenward for a moment when he asks about the hanging on. I take his arms and place them around me. "I do not bite. Nor do you have to worry about your virtue with me" I comment. Was it not the male who was suppose to say that? I shake my head and smile as I take him to the village to get supplies. If he kept his arms about my petite waist, it would be a very smooth and easy ride. We would then get the supplies he needed and a cart most likely, with horses to pull it, a few livestock for them, and head back. The cat would stay in the forest while we conducted business in the town. Then I would lead him back to his base and wish him luck with the promise of a monthly cart of items they would need. Requesting that each time they have a list for the next month. Also I promise to stop by to check for injuries. The children would be well stocked in various toys of the era and sweets. When finished, I would take my leave and head towards the great temple for the scrolls I needed.

-exit rp-

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:54 pm

Training and Shit (J11)
MAP

It would seem to me that by trying to be polite, she took me as being too timid. My arms are taken and come around her waist and my body presses against hers with the proximity negated between us. I wasn’t complaining. With her words, I had to rethink my precepts of what I thought priestesses were like. I expected her to be more modest, but then again, I had nothing to base that on save for television and literature. The tiger takes off and it’s smooth sailings from that point on. A busy day of doing stuff was ahead of me.

Subject: Re: Training and Shit (Open by permission) Fri Feb 19, 2010 5:43 pm

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