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Post by Eden on Apr 17, 2008 10:01:34 GMT -5
"Oh."
*Eden looked a little crestfallen. Too soon?*
"Did you want to play something else then? We could play generals or master and servant gladiators or..."
*She dropped her eyes, knowing she probably was mucking this all up.*
"...or...dolls?"
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Post by Figwit on Apr 17, 2008 10:08:06 GMT -5
A game with added reality?
*Something else? Something... other than killing people? Figwit was enthralled by the girl's imagination.*
"I'm afraid I haven't really... played. You'll have to show me. What would you prefer?"
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Post by Eden on Apr 17, 2008 10:29:08 GMT -5
((You know I can't resist you, right?))
"Well..."
*Eden hurried to her closet and pulled out some makeshift weapons, mostly from a stick horse and a blanket and some foam covered cardboard.*
"Do you want to be the retardii?"
*She held out the blanket and horse.*
"They're one of my favorite gladiators."
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Post by Figwit on Apr 17, 2008 11:21:51 GMT -5
*Figwit frowned in thought.*
"Those are the warriors who fought for the sport of the Roman elite," *he said.* "Correct?"
*He accepted the fake horse and the blanket.*
"So we... pretend to kill each other?"
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Post by Eden on Apr 19, 2008 7:06:35 GMT -5
"For glory."
*She spoke knowingly, her eyes widening in excitement. Then she paused, her demeanor shifting.*
"That cool?"
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Post by Figwit on Apr 19, 2008 13:30:43 GMT -5
*Figwit decided "cool" was some kind of vernacular, and not literal.*
"Yes," *he said decisively.* "Here?"
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Post by Eden on Apr 19, 2008 17:38:47 GMT -5
"Umm..."
*Eden looked around.*
"Yeah."
*As if suddenly realizing something, she quickly moved to arrange some dolls and stuffed animals into an audience against the wall. She stood back and bowed, her face quiet stern.*
"Morituri te salutamus."
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Post by Figwit on Apr 20, 2008 10:17:04 GMT -5
"Morituri te salutamus," *Figwit repeated, understanding the gist of it but not catching the historical context. He did, however, drop into a fighting stance, his face as serious as ever, not betraying the fact he was playing with toys in a pink bedroom and about to combat a tiny angelic child.*
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Post by Eden on Apr 20, 2008 10:20:54 GMT -5
((Yeah, might have to illustrate that one. *sigh*))
*She answered with a stance of her own, different but still well trained. Never one for waiting, she made her first lunge at his knee. It was easiest for her to reach at this height, and the footage he had over her would be negated if he was on his back. She tried not to be distracted by thoughts of him on his back.*
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Post by Figwit on Apr 20, 2008 10:41:18 GMT -5
*Figwit was surprised by her attack, and she connect though he did not falter. He lunged himself, forced to slight awkwardness by her height. But he had been trained in many conditions, against many foes, and not all were man or elf-height. He turned and sliced towards her sword arm.*
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Post by Eden on Apr 20, 2008 10:47:22 GMT -5
*She leaned quickly to dodge, but it was strange to fight at this height. And he wasn't pulling punches. Or thrusts. Whatever. It was nice. Passion infused her small features and she lunged again, this time for his groin.*
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Post by Figwit on Apr 21, 2008 10:00:03 GMT -5
*Figwit had not expected the dirty fighting, and feel back with a slight "oof." He retained his footing, however, and spun with elfin quickness to connect the flat of his "sword" with her backside.
Her expression of intense concentration delighted him, perhaps because of the severity with which she approached the task.*
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Post by Eden on Apr 21, 2008 10:07:13 GMT -5
*A fire lit in her eyes. No pretty boy elf was going to draw blood on her. She crouched briefly to get enough spring to lunge at him, latching herself to his chest, pulling his head back by the hair with one hand and beating him over the other with cardboard and foam.*
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Post by Figwit on Apr 21, 2008 10:31:14 GMT -5
*Figwit blinked through the furious onslaught. She was serious. Well, as serious as one could be with foam weapons. He twisted free of her grasp, using a speed and agility he had not yet demonstrated to twist away from her and simultaneously grab her by the shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides and bearing her down to the ground. His expression was just as committed, but less passionate.*
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Post by Eden on Apr 24, 2008 9:58:11 GMT -5
*Eden struggled violently, kicking and biting, but something dawned on her. This…being under him and all…it wasn’t so bad. And it wasn’t like it was a real battle or anything. And she was at a severe disadvantage. And he…smelled kinda nice. Her struggle slowed and she stared up at him, as if trying to read something in his face.*
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