[LOG] Swordfight! Montevalno Style!
Arabella and Rose both miss Montevalno so they try to kill each other for a while. With an audience.
Setting: Fencing Salon - Royal Palace
Arabella enters the fencing salon with purpose ringing in her walk and the way her hand keeps a steady grip upon her rapier. Finding Rose is a delight, birthing a smile. "Your Highness," she calls, laughter ringing. "Fancy meeting you here."
Rose finishes out the form she's working on and laughs lightly. She looks Arabella over and says, "Nice boots." Her own heels make very little noise as she walks forward, sheathing her rapier as she moves.
"Nice outfit," Arabella comments. "Blade as well. Montevalno make if I am guessing the hilt correctly." She reaches up and begins to french braid her hair. "Working on the lotus form were you?"
Addison steps in to the Fencing Salon, shadowed by Peabody, looking like he's run down the stairs to get here. He skids across the floor to a stop.
Rose nods once to Arabella. "A dear friend of my father's made it," she says. "I wear it as a memorial, now."
Peabody steps in to the Fencing Salon, shadowed by George. He is much less ruffled.
George has been cleaner. However, he is dried from whatever he is doing. And Isabelle has followed.
Addison stops and looks over Rose in her fencing outfit.
Arabella says, "It is a beautiful blade," while sparing a glance over a shoulder as footsteps continue to echo in the salon. Turning once more to Rose, "Care to give it a go? It's been a while since I've had my backside handed to me."
Rose rolls her shoulders back and then stretches her arms over her head. "Proper fencing," she says. "I'm giddy."
George sits on Peabody's foot if he gets the chance of it.
Beatrice brings up the rear, with Dylan.
Arabella unhooks her sword belt and withdraws the sheathed rapier. "Not just proper fencing, highness, but proper Montevalno fencing," she answers with a smile.
Rose says, "Isn't that what I said?"
Arabella laughs.
Peabody reaches down to pet George's muzzle, but he seems unusually attentive to the goings-on.
Addison looks about and finds a good place to lean against the wall where he will not be in the way. Then he properly pushes over half a rack of spears and spends the next minute trying to put them all back.
Isabelle skirts around the room, trying to sneak up on Peabody and George. Perhaps Peabody is really alert and will stay out of the way, but Isabelle, long-legged and young, has to pounce for him. It is only slightly more elegant than a tackle.
Rose draws her own rapier and begins warming up.
Addison stands there with the spears half-put away, transfixed by the sight of Rose warming up with the rapier.
Peabody turns in time, but is a moment too late to react due to the dog on his feet and the patent absurdity of being tackled by Royalty.
Rose sees Addison and makes a 'bide a moment' gesture at Arabella. She walks towards him and whispers to him.
Isabelle frog marches George out of the fencing salon. Especially strange since he weighs almost twice what she does.
To Addison, Rose says, "May I carry your token into battle, my brave lord?"
Arabella nods to those present. She takes up a corner away from the group and deposits the sword belt and hanger there. As Rose chats up Addison, Bella sees to her own warm-up.
Peabody is knocked off-balance, and requires a few steps to recover.
Beatrice greets, with surprise, "Arabella."
Addison starts patting around frantically in his pockets, cursing himself for ever taking off his suit with all its convenient hidden pockets. Then he finds his Begman lighter and hands it to Rose, blushing furiously.
Rose smiles and deposits the lighter in an interior pocket of her tunic. She kisses Addison on the cheek and strides back towards Arabella. "Aspero quanto si, Dona," she says to Arabella.
Arabella inclines respectfully to Beatrice. "Her highness has offered to give me instruction in fencing." That said and Rose done, she unsheathes the rapier and approaches. "Grazie mille, Principessa."
Beatrice says, "Ah," relieved, "Not a duel, then?"
Arabella extends out her rapier in a straight line and bows at the waist to Rose. "Sonto pronto a tutto."
Addison crosses his arms and leans against the wall to watch.
Rose's smile becomes positively wicked. "Abbi vo!" she says, striking an identical pose.
Peabody slowly relocates himself near to Addison.
Addison nods to Peabody. "Yes, it will be, Peabody."
Arabella tentatively approaches. There is a smile on her lips though she seems unsure how to attack.
Rose maintains a defensive stance. The tip of her rapier moves before her in a complex pattern and in time with her steps.
Peabody, if there are any not watching the duel, is tapping a finger against his thigh in time with Rose's tempo.
Arabella pauses in her steps, her smile grows wider, she says to Rose, "E dunque iniziamo," and presses forward, striking the top of Rose's blade as she dances forward to crowd.
Addison is watching with extreme interest and watches the duelists move back and forth across the floor.
Rose's eyes widen and she takes a step back. It is clear to anyone watching closely that she did not intend to take that step. She is driven backwards for a couple of beats until she takes a low step to Arabella's left. This keeps her away from her opponent's blade but leaves her too far away for a strike.
Arabella retreats with a grudging nod to Rose's footwork. Her shoulders square back as her feet carve an odd box step.
Rose's eyes are on Arabella's feet as she attempts to make up the lost ground. She lunges towards Arabella with a quick step-and-a-half maneuver.
Beatrice stands by, in the back, her attention quiet, and critical in the way of one used to deconstructing such things.
Arabella counters, blade ringing to blade, and that footwork becomes apparent. She half spins in a manner that does not leave an opening for an attack but does put a bit more distance between herself and the princess.
Peabody has become as still as a training dummy found in some other salons; only long observation will even show him drawing breath. His eyes, however, are focused and active as they dart between the duelists, their feet, their hands, and their blades.
Addison looks like he only half-understands what is going on, and has that tense 'if real fighting breaks out I will legislate at it!' look in his eyes.
Sparks literally fly between the women's blades. Rose shouts, "Scorra!" and ducks to avoid Arabella's secondary strike. Her next move would not be out of place on a ballet stage. She appears to completely switch styles as she dances a small semicircle towards Arabella's right flank. She strikes but the move looks more suited for a dagger.
Muttering to Addison, Peabody shakes his head slightly. "A... move,... reflexes."
Muttering to Peabody, Addison looks up at Peabody. "... thing,... no idea,... knows... stab... in..."
Beatrice lifts her brows briefly at Addison and Peabody. But watches the duel.
"Furtiva!" Arabella screams, forced to dance backwards and nearly tripping herself. "Uno sciopero di pugnale?" She lunges forward, anger blinding and, perhaps, leaving an opening even if the footwork and technique say otherwise.
Peabody mutters to Addison, "... a... response, rather..."
Muttering to Peabody, Addison looks up at Peabody again. "... Montevalno. You don't think... an issue,... don't..."
Rose's right hand, the one with the rapier in it, flashes forward but by the time it reaches Arabella it no longer holds a sword. Her left hand, however, does have the blade, the tip of which dances quickly and briefly up Arabella's chest and rests against her throat.
Peabody mutters to Addison, "Oh, nicely... I... sir, that... to... continue... or... Montevalnan..."
Arabella is caught by Rose in mid-move and comes to a cautious halt. She lowers her blade carefully as she unworks the move with first the left and then the right foot. The potential blow is acknowledged with a lowering of eyelashes and nothing more.
Muttering to Peabody, Addison says up to Peabody, "... both."
Rose is breathing hard but she holds her pose for a few long seconds. Finally she nods and says softly, "Aceti. Ino'cco ottensi fortuna, Dona." She lowers her blade and takes three steps backwards.
Peabody nods. "Quite, sir."
Addison says, "Yeeeeah. I think so."
Arabella takes the required steps and salutes Rose with her blade. She says, "Un altro tempo, una altra discussione, principessa."
Beatrice, once she sees the salute, offers polite and brief applause.
Rose returns the salute and replies, "Contego!" She blinks a couple of times and then acknowledges the crowd with another salute.
Addison gives Rose a great big cheerful smile and a little bit of happy applause. He takes a few steps toward the two duelists. "Marvelous!"
Rose smiles at Addison's approach as she catches her breath.
Arabella acknowledges the crowd with a bow. After a quick look about, she returns to her corner to see to her blade.
Beatrice cuts off after Arabella, and speaks quietly with her.
Arabella is wiping down her blade when she sees Beatrice. She continues to work away while they talk.
Addison decides that the Victor of the Battle requires the reward of the loving embrace of the betrothed. He leans down to kiss Rose.
Rose returns Addison's embrace, careful to keep the razor-sharp metal away from him.
Beatrice laughs softly at something Arabella says.
Rose hands the lighter to Addison. "My good-luck charm," she says.
Addison would be worried about being poked with razor sharp metal and suddenly dying but he has a Rose and all is pretty much gone from his mind.
Addison takes the lighter back and slips it into his trouser pocket. "Or a lighter. Either one. Duel purpose."
Arabella's eyes widen with pleasant surprise. Smiling now, she replies to Beatrice while returning her sword belt to rights, making sure the straps are not too tight on the buckles and the peace tie wrap has been slipped in place.
Rose steps back and sheathes her sword. She brushes Addison's cheek with the back of her hand.
Rose says, "Begman devices. So efficient."
Setting: Fencing Salon - Royal Palace
Arabella enters the fencing salon with purpose ringing in her walk and the way her hand keeps a steady grip upon her rapier. Finding Rose is a delight, birthing a smile. "Your Highness," she calls, laughter ringing. "Fancy meeting you here."
Rose finishes out the form she's working on and laughs lightly. She looks Arabella over and says, "Nice boots." Her own heels make very little noise as she walks forward, sheathing her rapier as she moves.
"Nice outfit," Arabella comments. "Blade as well. Montevalno make if I am guessing the hilt correctly." She reaches up and begins to french braid her hair. "Working on the lotus form were you?"
Addison steps in to the Fencing Salon, shadowed by Peabody, looking like he's run down the stairs to get here. He skids across the floor to a stop.
Rose nods once to Arabella. "A dear friend of my father's made it," she says. "I wear it as a memorial, now."
Peabody steps in to the Fencing Salon, shadowed by George. He is much less ruffled.
George has been cleaner. However, he is dried from whatever he is doing. And Isabelle has followed.
Addison stops and looks over Rose in her fencing outfit.
Arabella says, "It is a beautiful blade," while sparing a glance over a shoulder as footsteps continue to echo in the salon. Turning once more to Rose, "Care to give it a go? It's been a while since I've had my backside handed to me."
Rose rolls her shoulders back and then stretches her arms over her head. "Proper fencing," she says. "I'm giddy."
George sits on Peabody's foot if he gets the chance of it.
Beatrice brings up the rear, with Dylan.
Arabella unhooks her sword belt and withdraws the sheathed rapier. "Not just proper fencing, highness, but proper Montevalno fencing," she answers with a smile.
Rose says, "Isn't that what I said?"
Arabella laughs.
Peabody reaches down to pet George's muzzle, but he seems unusually attentive to the goings-on.
Addison looks about and finds a good place to lean against the wall where he will not be in the way. Then he properly pushes over half a rack of spears and spends the next minute trying to put them all back.
Isabelle skirts around the room, trying to sneak up on Peabody and George. Perhaps Peabody is really alert and will stay out of the way, but Isabelle, long-legged and young, has to pounce for him. It is only slightly more elegant than a tackle.
Rose draws her own rapier and begins warming up.
Addison stands there with the spears half-put away, transfixed by the sight of Rose warming up with the rapier.
Peabody turns in time, but is a moment too late to react due to the dog on his feet and the patent absurdity of being tackled by Royalty.
Rose sees Addison and makes a 'bide a moment' gesture at Arabella. She walks towards him and whispers to him.
Isabelle frog marches George out of the fencing salon. Especially strange since he weighs almost twice what she does.
To Addison, Rose says, "May I carry your token into battle, my brave lord?"
Arabella nods to those present. She takes up a corner away from the group and deposits the sword belt and hanger there. As Rose chats up Addison, Bella sees to her own warm-up.
Peabody is knocked off-balance, and requires a few steps to recover.
Beatrice greets, with surprise, "Arabella."
Addison starts patting around frantically in his pockets, cursing himself for ever taking off his suit with all its convenient hidden pockets. Then he finds his Begman lighter and hands it to Rose, blushing furiously.
Rose smiles and deposits the lighter in an interior pocket of her tunic. She kisses Addison on the cheek and strides back towards Arabella. "Aspero quanto si, Dona," she says to Arabella.
Arabella inclines respectfully to Beatrice. "Her highness has offered to give me instruction in fencing." That said and Rose done, she unsheathes the rapier and approaches. "Grazie mille, Principessa."
Beatrice says, "Ah," relieved, "Not a duel, then?"
Arabella extends out her rapier in a straight line and bows at the waist to Rose. "Sonto pronto a tutto."
Addison crosses his arms and leans against the wall to watch.
Rose's smile becomes positively wicked. "Abbi vo!" she says, striking an identical pose.
Peabody slowly relocates himself near to Addison.
Addison nods to Peabody. "Yes, it will be, Peabody."
Arabella tentatively approaches. There is a smile on her lips though she seems unsure how to attack.
Rose maintains a defensive stance. The tip of her rapier moves before her in a complex pattern and in time with her steps.
Peabody, if there are any not watching the duel, is tapping a finger against his thigh in time with Rose's tempo.
Arabella pauses in her steps, her smile grows wider, she says to Rose, "E dunque iniziamo," and presses forward, striking the top of Rose's blade as she dances forward to crowd.
Addison is watching with extreme interest and watches the duelists move back and forth across the floor.
Rose's eyes widen and she takes a step back. It is clear to anyone watching closely that she did not intend to take that step. She is driven backwards for a couple of beats until she takes a low step to Arabella's left. This keeps her away from her opponent's blade but leaves her too far away for a strike.
Arabella retreats with a grudging nod to Rose's footwork. Her shoulders square back as her feet carve an odd box step.
Rose's eyes are on Arabella's feet as she attempts to make up the lost ground. She lunges towards Arabella with a quick step-and-a-half maneuver.
Beatrice stands by, in the back, her attention quiet, and critical in the way of one used to deconstructing such things.
Arabella counters, blade ringing to blade, and that footwork becomes apparent. She half spins in a manner that does not leave an opening for an attack but does put a bit more distance between herself and the princess.
Peabody has become as still as a training dummy found in some other salons; only long observation will even show him drawing breath. His eyes, however, are focused and active as they dart between the duelists, their feet, their hands, and their blades.
Addison looks like he only half-understands what is going on, and has that tense 'if real fighting breaks out I will legislate at it!' look in his eyes.
Sparks literally fly between the women's blades. Rose shouts, "Scorra!" and ducks to avoid Arabella's secondary strike. Her next move would not be out of place on a ballet stage. She appears to completely switch styles as she dances a small semicircle towards Arabella's right flank. She strikes but the move looks more suited for a dagger.
Muttering to Addison, Peabody shakes his head slightly. "A... move,... reflexes."
Muttering to Peabody, Addison looks up at Peabody. "... thing,... no idea,... knows... stab... in..."
Beatrice lifts her brows briefly at Addison and Peabody. But watches the duel.
"Furtiva!" Arabella screams, forced to dance backwards and nearly tripping herself. "Uno sciopero di pugnale?" She lunges forward, anger blinding and, perhaps, leaving an opening even if the footwork and technique say otherwise.
Peabody mutters to Addison, "... a... response, rather..."
Muttering to Peabody, Addison looks up at Peabody again. "... Montevalno. You don't think... an issue,... don't..."
Rose's right hand, the one with the rapier in it, flashes forward but by the time it reaches Arabella it no longer holds a sword. Her left hand, however, does have the blade, the tip of which dances quickly and briefly up Arabella's chest and rests against her throat.
Peabody mutters to Addison, "Oh, nicely... I... sir, that... to... continue... or... Montevalnan..."
Arabella is caught by Rose in mid-move and comes to a cautious halt. She lowers her blade carefully as she unworks the move with first the left and then the right foot. The potential blow is acknowledged with a lowering of eyelashes and nothing more.
Muttering to Peabody, Addison says up to Peabody, "... both."
Rose is breathing hard but she holds her pose for a few long seconds. Finally she nods and says softly, "Aceti. Ino'cco ottensi fortuna, Dona." She lowers her blade and takes three steps backwards.
Peabody nods. "Quite, sir."
Addison says, "Yeeeeah. I think so."
Arabella takes the required steps and salutes Rose with her blade. She says, "Un altro tempo, una altra discussione, principessa."
Beatrice, once she sees the salute, offers polite and brief applause.
Rose returns the salute and replies, "Contego!" She blinks a couple of times and then acknowledges the crowd with another salute.
Addison gives Rose a great big cheerful smile and a little bit of happy applause. He takes a few steps toward the two duelists. "Marvelous!"
Rose smiles at Addison's approach as she catches her breath.
Arabella acknowledges the crowd with a bow. After a quick look about, she returns to her corner to see to her blade.
Beatrice cuts off after Arabella, and speaks quietly with her.
Arabella is wiping down her blade when she sees Beatrice. She continues to work away while they talk.
Addison decides that the Victor of the Battle requires the reward of the loving embrace of the betrothed. He leans down to kiss Rose.
Rose returns Addison's embrace, careful to keep the razor-sharp metal away from him.
Beatrice laughs softly at something Arabella says.
Rose hands the lighter to Addison. "My good-luck charm," she says.
Addison would be worried about being poked with razor sharp metal and suddenly dying but he has a Rose and all is pretty much gone from his mind.
Addison takes the lighter back and slips it into his trouser pocket. "Or a lighter. Either one. Duel purpose."
Arabella's eyes widen with pleasant surprise. Smiling now, she replies to Beatrice while returning her sword belt to rights, making sure the straps are not too tight on the buckles and the peace tie wrap has been slipped in place.
Rose steps back and sheathes her sword. She brushes Addison's cheek with the back of her hand.
Rose says, "Begman devices. So efficient."