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Post by Megan on Feb 19, 2012 2:23:58 GMT -5
Megan really had no idea how she was supposed to practice while dressed as a goddamn postcard milkmaid- everything Doom had provided for her was along those lines- but it'd have to do.
Over the past couple of days, she'd watched Doom's personal guards train in the castle courtyard, like it was the middle ages all over again. They tended to arrive at dawn, which was why she was creeping out there about an hour before to work on the handful of martial arts moves Dan had taught her, skirt and apron and all.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Mar 15, 2012 16:32:56 GMT -5
Doom, of course, had already been up for an hour as well -- or had simply not retired to sleep in the first place, which seemed equally likely.
The armored figure, having entered the yard, proceeded to courteously feign clearing his throat. This would have made a nice concession to not startling the American guest if he hadn't been lurking in shadow nearby.
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Post by Megan on Mar 15, 2012 17:18:05 GMT -5
Megan whirled around, heart pounding and hands flaming.
Then her eyes grew huge and she stumbled back, abruptly extinguishing the flames and curtseying in terror.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Mar 15, 2012 17:19:29 GMT -5
"You are permitted to rise."
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Post by Megan on Mar 15, 2012 17:32:00 GMT -5
Megan bit back the temptation to snap something about what a generous gesture this was and straightened up again.
"Sir."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Mar 15, 2012 20:28:15 GMT -5
"Good morning, Miss Elness."
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Post by Megan on Mar 15, 2012 20:31:55 GMT -5
"...I'm sorry, sir," she muttered averting her eyes.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Mar 15, 2012 20:34:00 GMT -5
"No need. Doom would much prefer you to practice magic in the open air, rather than in the confines of your rooms."
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Post by Megan on Mar 15, 2012 20:36:12 GMT -5
Great. Great. Now he'd figure out who she was and it'd all go to hell.
"...sorry about the dummy," she added meekly, gesturing at the smoking remnants of a tourney scarecrow.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Mar 15, 2012 20:38:54 GMT -5
"The men do not care for them anyway. A certain amount of destruction is necessary to hone one's skills. Have you found the provisions to be adequate?"
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Post by Megan on Mar 15, 2012 20:39:57 GMT -5
"Yes, sir."
And please don't notice the fact that I managed to severely singe one of the poles.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Mar 15, 2012 20:42:27 GMT -5
"Fire would not be my personal choice of medium, but it is certainly memorable."
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Post by Megan on Mar 15, 2012 20:46:28 GMT -5
"I never got further than fire," she said, perhaps a little bitterly. "And it's fu- very exhausting, to be honest, and I'm always afraid that there'll be one time or another where I don't manage to force it away enough and I'll end up fried to all-"
Megan stopped, looking like a deer in headlights. Her breath caught; she looked down, eyes widening even further in horror, before she managed to look up at her host in nearly tearful apology and fear.
"Oh God-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Mar 15, 2012 20:57:36 GMT -5
Doom laughed, blackly.
"The young are so impetuous. They scarcely think before they speak."
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Post by Megan on Mar 15, 2012 20:59:59 GMT -5
"...fuck, I am so sorry-"
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