WHO: Agrias Oaks (
northswainbraid) and anyone who wants to chat/train/watch/bring her food/laugh at her/whatever/etc
WHAT: Training and re-mastering Hallowed Bolt
WHERE: The beach
WHEN: Day 140 from dawn until a little past suppertime
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We've Been Enslaved - Our Wounds Have Not Mended )
The sun was rising above the horizon. In that moment, he swore the island was glowing with red and orange. And he heard someone's anguished cry not far off in the distance.
A girl he barely recognized was wielding a sword, letting it slice through the air.
It was all too familiar. Before he could stop himself, he had drawn Hyperion from its sheath and brought it up to meet the other blade mid-air. The loud 'CLANG!' was unsettling yet satisfying. He smiled. "Training?"
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"Indeed I am."
Agrias quickly ducked and moved behind the man, aiming to get him from behind. She knew not to hurt him; it was much more of a playful blow. Sort of like a warrior's handshake or greeting.
"What brings you here so early, ser, and how may I help you?"
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He hadn't expected her to move behind him, though, and sensed it a second too late - he spun around to face her, her attack barely missing him by inches. His reaction was too slow. He suppressed a scowl.
Seifer's eyes widened a little at the way she had addressed him, but shock quickly gave way to a small smile. A lady knight, huh? Now that was rare. "You make it sound like a crime to watch the sunrise. And yourself?" He couldn't stifle the slight sarcasm in his voice, he was so used to it.
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She stopped her attack for a minute and curiously looked his gunblade over. What an interesting weapon; Ivalice had nothing like that.
"What do you call your blade ser?" Agrias dusted her hands off on her tunic and offered a handshake. "I am Agrias Oaks. And you?"
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"It's a gunblade. A revolver attached to a blade. Pretty, isn't it?"
Seifer firmly shook her outstretched hand. "Seifer Almasy at your service."
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