R: (Abigail, if you can hear our thoughts, I’m sorry. I was a reckless youth and I didn’t know what I was doing. I regret my actions deeply. I have more brandy if you need some. For physician duties and for drinking.)
S:(Nya Nyanya nya nyaaaa na!)
(For context, her mother was initiated into the cult, who then tried to initiate her family into the cult, but something went wrong and Abigail killed her family under the influence of the cult. Her personality is broken af)
Flame and glass were pressed against each other. Looking around and into the crowd. Flame started heating up slightly, but glass gently pet her head. G:“shhhh, sis. Shh. You dont want to hurt anyone anymore, right?” the heat came back to normal levels.
(Btw do we still do the fights or not)
Falone walks towards the two, noting what happened.
“Stay with me, no one will try to do anything to you.”
“Observe the surroundings. Tell me what you see.” He says.
G:“Looks like we are in a port…sailors all around…” F:“there’s a weird ship as well. I wonder where it comes from.”
G:“and on the opposite side theres a merchant alley.” F:“we cant see much more with all the people around us…”
Ah…
“We shall continue walking about.”
He walks alongside them, thinking:
They are just kids…
“Well… I used to think that way too. But there is so much more that meets the eye. For example… there are people that cheer in plain sight, but do not harbour good intentions…”
“Let me bring you to a place that I loved playing in when I was younger.” The prince walks along, heading south, indicating them to follow him.
They nodded and followed him. Glass looked up to him. He kind of looked like her father… Before all the mess happened. Flame walked closer, even grazing his clothes.
G: “Hes keeping too much secret… I cant trust him.”
(I know, Reginald influenced her mother to join the cult and that resulted in the family’s demise because Abigail was in one of her moods.)
(Abigail wasn’t in her moods, her mother tried to initiate her in, but it went wrong, horribly.)
(How so? PM me in discord :P)
(I know, I was joking when I said “in one of her moods.”) (How do I PM in Discord? Can’t I just PM here?)
G:“Please tell us what you want to use it for. I know keeping secrets is necessar,y but it’s both our lives we’re talking about.” F:“I recall saying that a few hours earlier…” G:"…mph."
“Bah, that prince is probbaly at eh bar or somewhere, can’t be bothered to find him” ( @Shurian assassination attempt gogogogogo)
You reach the place. It seems to be in the eastern plains, but from what exit you seemed to not know.
Grass, trimmed evenly on the ground. There is a marking on the floor, it’s a weird combination of circles. A small hut lies in the distance.
“Stand back, this will get very interesting.”
He goes to one of the bushes, oddly placed outside.
He whispers something.
The ground starts rumbling. Dummies appear from the ground where the circles lay. An arrangement of weapons come out of the rectangle on the left.
“This, is the training ground where I grew up in.” The prince declares with a finality.
An eerie silence comes from the bush where Abigail is.
R: You thought something, didn’t you, Sam?
S:…maybe.
R: What did you think.
S: I don’t wanna tell you.
R:(Oh no.)
F:“Wow…how does that work?” G:“We breathe fire and ice. Odd times, sis.” F:“I guess so…still!” Glass went over to the weapons and Grabbed a small dagger. It barely fit in her small hands, and she went towards one of the dummies. “Mnh… you don’t mind if I rough them up a bit, right? That’s the point of them after all.I don’t think I ever used a weapon…”
Abigail comes out of the bush, her basket filled with herbs, from that little bush? Impossible…
She walks towards the two.
She turns to the young man, who had dissed her mother earlier. Her face is brimming with rage.
“My mother was everything in my life. I killed her, do you think you know my pain?” Her eyes staring into the young man’s eyes, a part of her lost inside.
She looks at Reginald, before realising what she spoke. Her face softens and she lowers her eyes, muttering this.
“I’m sorry…”
Before walking away briskly.
@SadSnake
“Don’t pick up the weapons just yet,” Falone warns.
“One must first be proficient in unarmed combat before attempting to pick up weapons…”
There were many books, where each showed a different style of fighting.
“Shall we begin?”
G:“Sounds like a made up rule because you’re afraid we’ll get cut.” F:"…" Flame took one of the books and read through. “Basics of freestyle fighting”.
“No. If you are disarmed in battle, you are done without these skills. One must prepare for the worst.”