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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2017 17:47:35 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]Clearing the barrel of a misfired round, Orion glanced down range to examine his grouping. It could be tighter, he supposed. His head hadn't been much in it that morning, considering that it was his first time coming back from the injury that had made him limp around for the last couple of weeks. Even with the advanced meds that the Guild had at their disposal, his dislocated kneecap had pained him whenever he put weight on it. Now, though, it seemed he was finally returning to some semblance of normal mobility. A lot of being a Hunter seemed to come back to how one coped with injury, whether in the field or in recovery. He'd had more than his fair share of experience in the area.
Adjusting his stance, he tried to compensate for the still-tender point of contact and began firing again. This time, he did much better, much closer to his usual standard. He nodded at it in satisfaction and cleared the digital target for a fresh start. At a certain amount of target saturation, identifying individual shots became much more difficult, and target shooting became less and less useful. Dropping the empty magazine, he picked up a new one, chambered a round, and began firing again. Better and better.
He lowered his gun again, gingerly shaking out his leg as he put the pistol on the table. It was tight, no doubt about that, and it was throwing off his aim by the smallest of margins. Still, he had to learn how to compensate, or he wouldn't be able to get back out in the field for a while. Being unable to Hunt was leaving him restless and bored, even with his lessons at the University. He didn't like being stagnant, especially when it was his own body that was preventing it. Patient as he could be on the Hunt, he wasn't quite so patient with himself.
Pulling out a fresh box of ammunition, he started to fill the magazines again, his thumbs moving quickly from force of habit and practice. He would have probably carried on much in that same vein if he didn't spy something unusual. Gods, were the new recruits getting younger, or was he imagining things?
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Post by Maia Nomi on Mar 14, 2017 22:21:45 GMT
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[attr="class","mapnote"] [attr="class","maptext"]TAG: @orion [attr="class","maptext"]WORDS: 507 [attr="class","maptext"]NOTES: -insert newb hunter here-
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After her father had insisted she go to school here. At this sort of military academy for followers of Kalidas, Maia had a tendency to ‘disappear’ during lunch. Now was that time. As someone who was technically a part of the training academy she had access to the range. Which, of course, is where she spent most of her time. The small girl looked even smaller with the yumi bow strapped onto her back. It towered over her, as it was as a traditional yumi bow, around seven feet tall. It might look massive to others, but to her, it carried the weight of her Mother’s wishes. Archery was something that she excelled in. Anyone who doubted her would soon learn they were foolish.
She couldn’t really understand what the teachers here at the academy wanted from her, and her father had something about not embarrassing him yada yada yada. It didn’t really matter. If she was to be stuck in this place, she would make the most of it. Starting with the hunter’s guild’s state of the art range. Maia had learned that the range was not very occupied during her lunch hour, and had taken advantage of that fact, slipping away from the cafeteria and into her hiding spot. The city offered little in the way of civilian ranges, and Maia was more than willing to take advantage of being a government official’s daughter.
And thus she had spent the better part of the hour in the range with her bow. She seemed to have her aim down, but the air here was colder. It made her breathing when shooting a little off. The teen steadied herself as she drew the arrow back, her arm over her head breathing out as she led the arrow and the bow down. Because of the bow’s height it might seem odd for others to see, but Maia was perfectly comfortable here in this environment. She had a small smile on her face, which was quite rare indeed, as she let the arrow fly.
Maia waited until the arrow had hit the target to change her stance. Shifting to a rigid straight stance she would motion for the target to move forward. Damn, she was off by a few centimeters. Apparently the trip over to Ethea had taken a toll on her muscle memory. It may have been a while since she had been able to actually practice. Yes, this was the best route to go on. Whether or not it was according to school rules or not. She would spend the next few hours here, at the range, at least until it was less busy.
Bowing towards the target she paid it the respect it deserved. It would have killed the animal if it had been a real target. A small smile went on her face as she then put another arrow to be drawn, this time it was all double or nothing, and her focus was on her shot, rather than anyone or anything else in the range.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2017 23:11:00 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]He watched as the small girl pulled out a massive bow, which he recognized from back in high school, when they'd been working the foreign cultures unit. Ikagan? Yeah, it sounded right. But it was odd to see a kid of that size who was wielding a weapon of that size. That was impressive, especially watching the focus on her face as she drew it. A bow of that size would have a powerful draw, which was particularly interesting because of the size disadvantage that would make the leverage more difficult. And yet she didn't seem to have much difficulty with it. She had to be pretty well-practiced, if her hands were that steady.
When her arrow flew, his eyes followed it to where it ended up on the target. She was almost right on target, but from the look on her face, she wasn't satisfied. Good. Good enough wasn't good enough, especially in the Hunters' Guild. If she was ever going to make it here, she had to practice until she was perfect. And then keep practicing. The people who didn't push to better themselves were the ones who ended up dead.
Once he had pushed the last round into the last magazine, he put them in the pouches on his waist, preparing for a tactical draw. If he was in the field, odds were that he wouldn't be getting them all neatly lined up on a table in front of him. There was little point in practicing in a way that wouldn't simulate reality. He was about to begin when he saw her lining up her shot again. The girl didn't seem to be paying much attention to anything else in the area, which was a definite problem. Fighting didn't happen in a vacuum. He lowered his weapon again, and then put the pistol in its usual holster. His thumb moved over the switch to turn off his target.
There was the slightest of hitches in his step as he walked over to watch the girl practice. He stopped behind her, giving her enough space that he wouldn't obstruct her or get hit by an errant elbow.
"Good focus," he commented eventually. "Good aim. Aren't you... I don't know, a little young?"
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Post by Maia Nomi on Mar 15, 2017 0:04:51 GMT
[googlefont=Just Another Hand][googlefont=Bree Serif] [attr="class","maph1"]New Country. New Language. [attr="class","maput"]learning to translate these emotions
[attr="class","mapnote"] [attr="class","maptext"]TAG: @orion [attr="class","maptext"]WORDS 557 [attr="class","maptext"]NOTES: Don't be a jerk lol
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Maia was minding her own business. She was keeping quiet, and too herself. The Ikigian girl was trying to not make a fuss, she didn’t want to actually get caught by someone in charge. She was sure her father would hear about the sneaking out of class to train anyway, might as well do collateral damage. She wasn’t sure exactly how much she would get in trouble, but she didn’t really care at this point.
This academy had so many rules. Useless pointless rules that seemed to only be troublesome to her. She didn’t see the point in having her attendance being graded, especially when she didn’t understand the language the subjects were being taught in anyway. Her teachers had already developed the “disappointed Maia face”. She guessed it had something to do with her transcripts, the C’s and occasional B were enough of an indicator of what her success would be here at this fancy private school that seemed devoted to a god.
Here, in the range Maia had found a sort of quiet sanctuary. One where it didn’t matter who you were or what you were shooting. The only thing that mattered was success. That was all that mattered here. Maia knew that, and she knew that it would be something she would have to achieve in order to be known as formidable in a way that said ‘leave me alone, my practical skills can say enough for me.’ She didn’t really care about the others using the range. This one booth? It was hers.
At least for the time being anyway.
She was about to let loose another arrow when she heard a voice from behind her. Lowering her bow, the teenager smirked before notching another arrow on top of the one she had. She would be firing two at the target now. Taking a moment to glance at the target, and align herself accordingly the teenager let loose the two together. They harmonized in synchronization, and spun towards the middle of the target. Only when she heard the thud of the arrow hitting did her gaze return to the man who was literally standing over her. “You too old to be student.” Maia pressed the button that brought her target forward and smirked when she saw that both had hit the center. “이 바보야…”1
Her skill was nothing to scoff at.
Orion would be able to see that Maia wore the uniform that was associated with the Private School that was a side project of the Hunter’s guild. It would be obvious that she was a student there, and that she was doing this on her own time. “Mahalo nui loa, I am well yes.”2 She may not understand Ethean very well, but she did know the basics like Focus, and Aim. Things related to archery she was more likely to pick up on.
After retrieving her arrows, she would put them back in her case before turning to the man. She really just wanted to be left alone. “私をほっといて”3 hopefully he would get the message from the glare that she would be emitting. “Need Me?” Maia reallllly hoped she wasn’t needed for anything. She just wanted to shoot her arrows and be left in peace. Besides, this conversation was going nowhere. She could barely understand the man who creepily had approached her.
1. Idiot! |Korean
2. Thank you very much |Hawaiian
3. Leave Me Alone | Japanese
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2017 16:02:53 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]Hmm. Ikigian. He didn't speak any of it, but he recognized it when he heard it. So, it wasn't just the bow that was a recent import? How odd. There weren't a lot of foreigners signing up for the Guild, considering the wide variety of opinions that prevailed across the world, where Magi were concerned. But this girl wore the uniform of the school that was meant to raise up Hunters from a young age. Personally, he'd never seen much difference between the schooled Hunters and the ones who volunteered, but hey. If they wanted to spend the money on a fancy private school, why not let them? All the same, this wasn't the range that the students typically used, and it was the middle of the day. Shouldn't she be in class?
Oh, who honestly gave a shit. Just because he took his studies seriously didn't mean that everyone did. Some people preferred to get into the grit of the matter, like actually learning how to fight. From what he'd seen of her accuracy and skill, she was of that latter category. He just wasn't sure it would actually help her in a fight. A weapon of that size would be death in close quarters, and it required too much total concentration. A battlefield never operated under those parameters in his experience. Even so, he practiced here for the same reason that she did. Practicing the movements would build muscle memory, and decrease the number of things that he would have to focus on in the field.
She kept babbling on in that foreign language of hers, and although he didn't understand the words, he understood the tone. She resented his intrusion. Well, tough shit. Unlike her, he was actually supposed to be here.
"This isn't the school's range," he pointed out to her comment, unconcerned with the attitude. "And I'm not a student."
Well... Not here, anyway. With her apparently-limited skills with Ethean, he wasn't going to make it any more complicated than that. But at her last question, he shrugged, glancing over at the end of the courtyard, toward the school. She reminded him of a lot of the kids he'd grown up with, in the shitty neighborhood in Dagos. They were all attitude because they couldn't afford to be anything else. His brother had been that way once upon a time. Orion himself had been more... studious.
"No, not really," he said, smirking at her glare. "But if you didn't want to attract attention, you might have picked a different weapon."
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Post by Maia Nomi on Mar 26, 2017 21:25:04 GMT
[googlefont=Just Another Hand][googlefont=Bree Serif] [attr="class","maph1"]New Country. New Language. [attr="class","maput"]learning to translate these emotions
[attr="class","mapnote"] [attr="class","maptext"]TAG: @orion [attr="class","maptext"]WORDS: 589 [attr="class","maptext"]NOTES: Good luck with the little brat
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Maia was quite happy that she had found some sort of solace away from the confusions of the classroom. She wasn’t wanted there and she didn’t really want to be there. It wasn’t often now that she had moved to Ethea that she would have time to herself with people… meddling. So the teenager was enjoying herself in her training and in her practice. Besides, practice meant that she wasn’t screaming at the pillow in her bed from frustration.
Her weapon was her focus and she wasn’t going to lose it anytime soon. The agency had tried to take it away from her when she entered into Ethea, but apparently her father had pulled a string of some sort. That was odd in itself and at the thought of the memory a scowl formed on her face. She was already indebted to a man she loathed, who seemed to share the same feeling towards her. She could only wish that two years would pass soon enough.
When the man approached he seemed to not get the message. She didn’t want to be bothered and everything about her body language was screaming as such. The Ethean language was hard enough. She apparently hadn’t learned the correct swear words to tell people to fuck off yet. This man seemed to be insistent in his staring and watching. It was honestly creeping Maia out just a little. She didn’t know this man, why was he watching a high school girl at a range? Though she wasn’t going to voice this, she didn’t know half of the words she would need to actually voice this concern.
“I know.” The young Ikigian girl caught the gist of the first part of his comment, and pulled out a list that the teacher had given her of where she was allowed to practice. She had circled the available ranges and pointed to where it said that students were allowed during lunch break. Sure it was after her lunch break, but he didn’t know that. The piece of paper would also have little notes on the sides of the list where Maia had written words like ‘too busy’, ‘too loud’, ‘assholes’ all in Ethean. Her stupid father insisted that she write in Ethean while she was under his care here.
It honestly made her feel stupid, the broken language that she was now being forced to communicate in. Why couldn’t she just use the translator on the holo watch? Apparently it wasn’t conducive to her actually learning the language and was only being a hindrance on the learning capability of the student. At least that was the argument that the teacher gave to her father. Maia didn’t know the consequences of not obeying Oliver, but she knew a bribe when she saw one. Access to a quiet range, noted by the badge she wore around her chest. It wasn’t often that students were able to access certain parts of the Hunter’s Guild Facilities, but she had been allowed to on the stipulation she at the very least attempt to communicate in Ethean.
When the man spoke again Maia turned towards him and tilted her head. “Hali’a mine, I hers.” Her bow was to remember her mother, and she wouldn’t leave it for anything. Maia knew that she was odd carrying a large bow but she was skilled in it. “We go together.” Her brow furrowed into a frustrated look. “Why talk?” She much rather be training to be honest, than trying to have conversation with this man.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 1:37:29 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]He glanced down at the page, noting the insults that she had written down. How fantastic. Just learning Ethean, and she already knew enough to communicate that she was a prissy little brat. That took some kind of talent, though he wasn't sure what kind. The contrary streak in him wanted to piss her off, just for that reason. She was trying to drive him off, and he wasn't really the kind of guy that could be easily deterred. Hell, he might just stick around because she wanted him to leave so badly. It was tempting, but did he really have that kind of time to waste? The tug in his brain told him that he had fallen a few steps in maturity recently. Clearly, he was just being petty now.
But there was something else that was interesting about the paper. Someone had circled a few of the training grounds, and not all of them were generally accessible to students. Someone had given her special permission, and that insinuated that she had friends in high places among the guild. Who was it that could over-ride normal procedure like that? He only knew a few officers, and he didn't know any of them that liked children. Daniel had a daughter, but he'd never shown much interest in the students. No one else really seemed to fit the bill. It was a mystery.
When she indicated her bow, he nodded. It was broken Ethean, but he understood the attachment that a person could get to their weapons. He never went anywhere without his pistols, although he'd never named either of them. The whole practice of naming weapons seemed oddly cheesy to him. Melodramatic, even. But then again, Bailey had named hers, so he supposed that it wasn't only bizarre people who did such a thing. Not that Bailey was exactly normal. She would have laughed at the very thought. But she was formidable with that revolver of hers, named or not.
She asked him a question now, further telling him how much she resented his presence. It took all of his self-control not to grin out of spite. He wasn't a bratty teenager, after all.
"If you're going to be training in places where students aren't usually allowed, get used to people asking questions," he pointed out, tilting his head in a shrug.
But he had wasted enough time on the grumpy girl. Without another word, he headed to the barracks, leaving her at her practice. He had studies to get to anyway. There was no point in saying goodbyes. She just wanted him gone anyway.
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Post by Maia Nomi on Apr 4, 2017 1:23:15 GMT
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[attr="class","mapnote"] [attr="class","maptext"]TAG: @orion [attr="class","maptext"]WORDS: 405 [attr="class","maptext"]NOTES:So much grump
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The man seemed to investigate what she had written on the sheet. Good he understood that she had permission to be here. That would make things that much easier on her end. He now shouldn’t question the validity of her being here. Hopefully he would leave her alone soon enough.
It was the one thing her so called father seemed to be good for. Getting her access to a semi-private practice space. Because let’s face it, Maia was not good at the socializing with the other students. Besides she knew enough not to show her true skill to those who were her peers. That would only bring judgement and heartache, mainly on her part. It only mattered that she was able to practice, and to utilize her own skills, because she needed to be able to keep her skills honed and ready to be put into action if they needed to be. Apparently there were class hunting trips of some sort? Maia didn’t really understand, but she knew her aim was worth it.
Hali’a was her bow, and it was one of the only mementos she had of her grandfather. Maia was sure that he would want her to use it. To prove her family name still meant something. For all the smarts that her grandfather possessed, he still kept his pride in his family name and expected Maia to uphold those ideals. So yes, Maia was a little attached to something that reminded her of her grandfather and her mother. She was sure that her archery would be something that her mother would have been proud of.
Of course she asked him a question. He was the one who first bothered her. What else did he expect from the Ikigaian girl? She really didn’t understand the customs of Ethea and it’s peoples.
Maia would shrug at the man, not really or fully understanding him. To be honest she didn’t really care enough to bother with a response. Besides, he seemed to be walking away by the time she had processed what he had said.
The Ikigaian girl would continue her practice until someone came to fetch her. She might have skipped too many classes but Maia didn’t care. The Grumpy girl went on with her day for the most part, planning to ignore the lecture her so called father was sure to give her when she got to the place where she was staying.
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