[OPEN] Isley & You!
Who: swordofthenorth and anyone else who feels like joining!
When: September 28, beginning at noon and going onward
Where: Isley's Home-Training Hall
Format: Individual threads please, in your choice of action or prose
What: Chatter, the clash of swords, and whatever else may follow
Warnings: None at present
( The training hall was as long as it was wide, and open to the public from noon until nightfall. )
When: September 28, beginning at noon and going onward
Where: Isley's Home-Training Hall
Format: Individual threads please, in your choice of action or prose
What: Chatter, the clash of swords, and whatever else may follow
Warnings: None at present
( The training hall was as long as it was wide, and open to the public from noon until nightfall. )
[Truth be told, she's not even certain whether she came to train or observe. But in either case, she lingers by the door, watching the people, and watching the room itself.]
[She's seen it before, of course, having been a visitor to Isley's home before he opened it to the public. Even so, it's different now - perhaps it's the occupation, or the atmosphere.]
[She leans against the door, silent and observant.]
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[Since the hall opened to the public early that afternoon, Isley has been instructing and watching those who have come to train. Unlike them, however, not one hair is out of place upon his head. His clothes are unwrinkled, the same as they were when he put them on first thing that morning.]
[As always, Priscilla's yoki is suppressed. Nevertheless, Isley is aware of her when she enters. Her presence, at least for him, is unmistakable. It is a lure that pulls him away from the task at hand and toward her.]
[He notices her sword and the white leather, but above all else, he notices the silent air about her, and the reflective look in her silvery eyes.]
Priscilla, I should not be surprised by your being here...but I am. You look as though you have something on your mind.
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[Priscilla smiles a little, just at the edges of her lips, and leans her head back against the wall, looking over his shoulder more than at him - her gaze lingering on the people there.]
I always have things on my mind.
[With that, she snaps her gaze to his face.]
It's different here, now. I don't mean bad, just different. The atmosphere... the air... It's lively.
And opening your home like this? It's very generous.
[Which makes her suspicious. So she gives him a little look, one eyebrow raised, half a tease and half genuine skepticism. If nothing else, experience has taught her that, with Isley, it's always appropriate to look for the ulterior motive.]
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Is it?
I find that I enjoy the presence of such activity in my home. The scents, the sounds...
[Finally he looks back toward her, and the set of his jaw is firm, the line of his mouth almost tight.]
This property is expansive. The absence of the living is notable. I find that, on a day when many have come to train, even into the long and late hours of the evening after they have all gone again...these halls do not feel so empty.
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I thought you liked being alone.
[A joke... or a tease. Mostly.]
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[What is she playing at? He wonders, but comes up with no immediate answers.]
I am not like Luciela and Riful. I have always surrounded myself with others.
Yes...there are times when enjoy my solitude, but there are times for us all like those.
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I know.
[Priscilla pushes away from the wall, and stretches her arms in front of her.]
I like it! The noise and the... busy, and... well, all of it, really. [And she does. She just wonders about his motivations.]
[Of course, she's always wondering about his motivations.]
...you haven't even broken a sweat, have you?
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[There is little in Anatole that challenges Isley physically. He has instead challenged Time by occupying as much of it as he can in a single day.]
That isn't to say I haven't had any interesting encounters, some of which I would never have anticipated.
[His arms unfold and he moves closer toward her, hands folding about hers. Public displays of affection between them are minimal to non-existent. For all his want to embrace her, this small gesture will suffice.]
I'm glad you came.
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...I'm glad I did, too.
And! I'm glad you did this. [She thinks.] ...even if a lack of, um, sweating?
[Wait, that doesn't sound right.]
Not that you should sweat. Or that it's... bad if you... do?
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