Swordsmanship [Caelyn]

Ayame Moon
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Swordsmanship [Caelyn] Jul 17, 2015 15:22:02 GMT

Post by Ayame Moon on Jul 17, 2015 15:22:02 GMT

Practicing boxing was easy. It was the easiest thing that Ayame Moon had ever done in her life. Her skills were excellent and she was very close at perfecting them. Now she wasn’t any sort of famous boxer. She was no Muhammad Ali, but she knew how to float like a butterfly and sting like a bee when she had to. It was a motto for life, her father had taught her when she was alive. He told her that she needed to look beautiful, look innocent, and above all look as though she was fragile so that when it came down to it, she could teach people what it was like to judge a book by its cover. It something she did now.

Well…not right now. It was something she did in life. Right now she was trying to practice with a sword, trying to get some basic moves down. Derek and Peter Hale had both told her that in order to protect herself from the supernatural, being human, she would need a weapon of some sort. Her aunt had a katana so Ayame tried to use that, trying to get things working but to be honest, she was sure this was going to blow up in her face if she ever really used it. She would need to ask Peter about some studded gloves with mountain ash and wolfsbane studs, but she digressed and kept trying. She’d talk to Peter about later if she needed to. For now, she needed to focus and with her focus came distraction, distraction from paying attention to what was going on around her, which was never good.

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Swordsmanship [Caelyn] Jul 17, 2015 18:17:55 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2015 18:17:55 GMT

Entering the Gym, Lyn felt strangely relaxed, completely different to the constant tense anticipation she would feel and show outside. It was silly, of course, it was no more or less likely for her to get into trouble here than anywhere else, but the prospect of a good workout cheered her up. She hadn’t done nearly enough lately, and she missed it sorely.
Looking around, she decided it would be unfair to involve herself in any form of hand to hand combat while she had still stress to wear down – like any child in her family, she had been trained in martial arts and especially hand to hand combat since she could walk – and instead decided to focus on something else for now, something that most born werewolves didn’t bother with: armed martial arts.
It made sense, of course: Why bother learning to handle any kind of weapon when you had your own weapons attached to your body, weapons that were deadly enough and far easier to conceal. But since the loss of her pack, Caelyn had put her energy into anything that could help her survive. She was a passable shot by now, deadly precise with a slingshot of her own making and had discovered a talent and liking for swordplay. Of course, she would never be able to run around with a sword without attracting way too much attention, but she had kept at it for the sheer fun and release it gave her.

So, when she saw a girl of roughly her age standing around with a sword in her hand and looking every bit as though she had no clue what she was doing, she walked over without hesitation, but stopped just barely out of reach until she was certain she had been noticed. “Looks like you could need some more practice with that… no offense.”
She flashed Ayame a friendly smile, dropping her bag as she stopped near the girl. “How long have you been at it?”
She tilted her head slightly, sizing Ayame up as possible opponent. She didn’t look too strong. In fact, she looked rather fragile for her size, but then, so did she. Appearance could be deceiving, Lyn knew that much.
Brushing that thought aside, she offered her hand. “But where are my manners… I’m Caelyn. Caelyn Farley… the new girl. Or at least one of them”
She added the last part with a grin. “You’re the one teaching boxing classes, aren’t you? I saw you the other day… nice moves.”

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Swordsmanship [Caelyn] Jul 17, 2015 23:57:09 GMT

Post by Ayame Moon on Jul 17, 2015 23:57:09 GMT

The Druid did her best to work on her stances, her blocks and other such basics, but to be honest, she didn’t think handling a weapon was her forte. She was more than a little sure that she was doing absolutely horrible at it and she had been tempted to give up when she sensed someone around her. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she turned and looked at the woman, who she was sure had been hoping not to startle her, but she did anyway. Ayame set the sword down and placed her hand on her chest as though it would help to calm her overly excitedly beating heart. She took a few deep breath as the girl said that it looked like she could need more practice with it. She then added that she hadn’t meant any offense. The boxer glanced down at the sword before she let out a huff and plopped down on the matted floor of the gym, crossing her arms over her chest at it. She crossed her legs and then looked up at the girl. “This swordplay is ridiculous. I’m so much better at using my hands,” she stated with a shake of her head and another sigh.

The woman asked Ayame how long she had been at it. She looked at the clock “About four hours,” she stated honestly, before she shrugged her shoulders. She picked up the sword and sheathed it, placing it back into her lap before the girl asked where her manners were, causing Ayame to look up at her. She introduced herself as Caelyn Farley before stating as she was the new girl before adding that she was at least one of them. Ayame grinned a little. She was right. There were a lot of new girls showing up in Beacon Hills. The girl then asked if she was the one teaching the boxing classes. Ayame nodded her head and grinned proudly. “My old man taught me all of what I know,” she told her before she paused. “I’m Ayame, by the way, Ayame Moon,” she introduced, remembering her manners. She looked around at the gym, the empty gym and sighed. She didn’t have a class today so she could be in there for as long as she wanted, for as long as they both wanted, which was nice for them, especially Ayame who had wanted to learn how to use this weapon, per the Hales’ suggestions, but she digressed. Perhaps she would ask Peter for those damned gloves.

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Swordsmanship [Caelyn] Jul 19, 2015 12:55:38 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2015 12:55:38 GMT

Caelyn could hear the jump and suddenly increased speed of the other girl’s heartbeat and sighed quietly. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to startle you.” To her surprise and relief, the girl didn’t seem to mind, instead just plopping down on the floor with a huff, talking about how swordplay was ridiculous and she was better using her hands.
Lyn sat down more slowly, more comfortable to be at eye level with the other and smiled. “I suppose it always depends what one wants with it. I rather enjoy it, even if I usually don’t have any use for it. I find it rather relaxing, and it’s a bit of a change from just using your hands. But it’s easier to just make do with the weapons nature gave us, I agree.”
She offered a friendly smile.

Lyn laughed “You should definitely take a break from it then, at least when it comes to swords.” She shook her head. "Or at least find a training partner. I would offer myself, but I'm still learning myself. Of course, if you don't mind that... " Learning to handle a new weapon always needed focus and after four hours straight, she was quite sure the other girl could do with doing something else for a while or at least change the means of practice.
“Sounds like your father is quite someone to reckon with.” Briefly, her eyes clouded with sadness, but Lyn brushed her emotions aside quickly. She didn’t like other people seeing her like this. “Nice to meet you Ayame.”

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Swordsmanship [Caelyn] Jul 20, 2015 21:32:20 GMT

Post by Ayame Moon on Jul 20, 2015 21:32:20 GMT

Ayame huffed a little still as the girl apologized and said that she hadn’t meant to startle her. She looked over at the girl and then smiled and shook her head. “It’s fine. I’m just a little peeved that my skills haven’t improved at all. I was so focused…” She shook her head, trailing off, she was sure that the girl could figure out the rest without her having to explain. She had been so distracted with practicing that she hadn’t realized there was anyone around, which meant that she nearly had a heart attack when she appeared, but Ayame digressed as the woman said that it depended on what someone wanted with it. She said that she enjoyed the use of a weapon, even if she didn’t have any use for it. She said that she found it relaxing and it was a change from using just one’s hands, but it was easier to just make do with the weapons nature gave them. Ayame chuckled. She had to agree.

The woman known as Caelyn laughed, saying that she should take a break from using her katana, or so when it came to swords in general. Ayame laughd as well before the girl suggested finding a training partner. She stated that she would offer herself but she was still learning, but if she didn’t mind it, she would offer her services. Ayame smiled. “I would appreciate it, thanks, but I’m trying to see what all I can fight with. So far I’m pretty good with batons but…ehh…” She didn’t feel like describing the…well…hunter items to the girl.

A proud smile formed on Ayame’s face when Caelyn said that her father sounded like a man to be reckoned with. “He was,” she stated with a grin before the girl said that it was nice to meet her. “It’s nice to meet you too,” she said with a bright grin.

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