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Characters: Handmaiden/Brianna (ice_echani) and Ilyigan (favorthebold)
Time: Morning of the 11th(?)
Location: The Arena
Rating: Probably PG-13 for violence
Summary: Ilyigan tries out for the Watch. This may not end well.

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[ice_echani]

Brianna knew that her methods were considered unusual by most of the Watch, if not all of it. But although her habit of studying a person's stance rather than face or words seemed not to be the norm here, it had proven quite effective in carrying out police duties.

In the past, she might have told this applicant to wait, as Mr. Vimes was currently encased in a cocoon. But she felt she could trust her judgment in an interview. She did not know much of this Ilyigan from the journals, but that was no way to judge a person, in her opinion.

She had finished her stretching regimen when a man in newborn garb walked in. Brianna took note of his movements; confident and fit, someone who would be ready to throw or evade a strike at a moment's notice. She strode towards him. "I am Brianna," she informed him. She'd dressed in a light tunic and trousers, leaving her lightsaber at home for this. "You are Ilyigan, correct?"

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"I am he." So this was a Watch-woman of Edensphere. No uniform, Ilyigan noted with brief curiosity, aware that she was studying him and openly studying her in return. It didn't have to mean anything... but it was still something to take note of and wonder at. Although, he thought sardonically, from his experiences in the Sphere, so far, it could simply be that they had no funds for it. "And you are doma Brianna

[ice_echani]

Brianna took note of that confidence and power. It was a bit unusual for someone so new to Edensphere to move in such a manner; she might even deem it arrogant. Still, he had expressed a desire to join the Watch, and that was noteworthy. The salute she found a bit... puzzling. Had he been a soldier or some other militaristic profession before his arrival in Edensphere?

Whatever else he might be, she could tell that he would be willing to fight. That was good--perhaps he understood communication through combat. Still, it would be a good idea to get the official words out of the way first. "We will fight, so that I can determine your skill and your worthiness," she said. "But first--why is it that you wish to join the Watch?"

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So there was to be a fight. It was good to be sure. His body was prepared for it, ahead of his mind even - a sort of focus that coursed through his veins and made him feel every muscle, down to hands that ached to hold a weapon. Oh yes - having a weapon in hand would be good.

The question was no challenge, either, not really. "I am a fighting man," he said with a shrug. "I know very little, but I know this. And I know that a man of war, a true man of war, is fit for very little else. You have no army here. The Watch will do." He hoped it would, at least. There was the issue of it being - well, a watch. A small body of protectors of sorts, not soldiers. He did not know why that troubled him, though, and either way at the prospect of combat he forgot it.