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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2007 20:23:31 GMT -5
"Thats alright," Jamie says slicing the air with his blade, "Yours may be fancy, but I love my Little Prick." laughing at an old joke, an unfitting name for a master-crafted great sword, "That was the name given my blade when I took on the black. I had the fanciest blade be far over my brothers, even if it was not Valaryan."
After a couple of moments of taking sword forms, Bracken offers her Treason, "A little light for me, but fucking fine. You can feel death standing at your side when you are holding that fucking beauty." He nods at her. "Shame to waste it on a Blackwood though."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Sept 6, 2007 20:40:06 GMT -5
“Little Prick?” she echoed drolly, twirling it about idly. It took a good deal of effort to keep the huge blade from slicing off her own feet. “This thing is almost as big as I am,” she noted in disgust, heaving it back into the ground. “I’ll wager that this made you quite popular at the Wall.” Her voice suggested otherwise. She plucked up her sword.
“Many things are wasted in this world, like, for example, how oxygen is wasted on you; but I don’t think Blackwood ownership of this sword is among the items on that list.”
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2007 20:56:22 GMT -5
Bracken's smile looked more like snarl, "I was popular at the wall, of course me "Prick" had nothing to do with that."
"And I think it is bigger then you, which means if we ever fight, unless I let you get to fucking close, your dead." Jamie's smiled almost turns pleasant.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Sept 6, 2007 21:10:13 GMT -5
“Perhaps not that prick, but…” She smiled belligerently.
“I also beg to differ. A large sword slows you down, while a small one is marvelously more maneuverable. Besides, I think I’m faster than you, so I wouldn’t get too cocky were I in your shoes.” She wrinkled her nose distastefully. “I’m relieved that I’m not, as I imagine they smell.”
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2007 21:18:41 GMT -5
"I was referring to my cock, were you?" Jamie's eyes burned, "And you mock my shoe smell. I would say your were being childish, but that is necessitated by the fact you are a child."
Quickly he grabbed his sword and runs through several quick attacks and counters. "And maybe for you it would be too slow. But I am much stronger. Also I can defeat your speed with my reach. It doesn't matter how fast you swing your "Prick" if it can't touch me."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Sept 6, 2007 21:32:01 GMT -5
“Me?” she gasped innocently, looking injured. “I meant no such thing, and it was you who spoke of fucking your way up the societal ladder.”
She shook her head again. “You are foolish. Your strength means nothing if I stay out of reach. It is not difficult to throw one off balance when you make them have to chase you. Then, with a bit of speed and a thrust in the right place, they crumple. With your strength and reach”—she rolled her eyes—“pitted against my speed and maneuverability, I could almost say we would be an even match. Since I’m a better swordsman than you, though, that statement wouldn’t hold.” She smiled cordially.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2007 21:41:18 GMT -5
"You fucking bitch!" Jamie shakes his head in disbelief, "You saw me cut up four of my fucking brothers, and act like I am as slow as a glacier, and maneuver like one of your inbreed Blackwood cousins."
"Strength, Reach, Quickness, and Maneuverability I am the whole fucking suit of armor," Bracken's eyes narrow as he studies her shrewdly, "And you act like I did not see you fight, your reach may be short but you are not a fucking weakling."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Sept 6, 2007 23:12:09 GMT -5
She stared at him incredulously. Was he serious?
“Had I known,” she said contritely, “that you were this insecure, I would not have been so frank with you. You must accept my apologies.” She began cleaning up the mess of plates and arbitrarily tossed items. Aranya is better company. Even Jon would be refreshing right now.
“I’m relieved you think I can walk without my legs snapping off,” she said dryly, straightening. “It’s nothing amazing. If only I had the strength, reach, quickness, and maneuverability you have. Then I might actually be able to mount a horse, though I would probably fall off with the weight of such a big head.”
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2007 23:38:05 GMT -5
Bracken snorts, "If you were as fucking unbelievable as me, that would be something. And I do accept you apologies for everything. I especially didn't like the small prick remark."
Smiling in his haughty manner, he leaned back against his saddle and kicked his legs out, "You just keep practicing with shiny blade, and eventually you may catch up. And if you need any lessons on how to mount a horse let me know. Riding is another skill I excel at."
Closing his eyes, Jamie snickered, "I would have thought they taught that at Raventree Hall. The riverlands are surely in poor hands if the Blackwood's can not even ride a fucking mount."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Sept 7, 2007 18:35:23 GMT -5
Aerie jerked to a stop, feeling the disbelief welling within her once more. He had actually thought she had apologized in earnest and then still continued to speak as if the world acknowledged his legendary skill of being a pompous asshole. Irritation quickened within her bloodstream, a thin anger seeking an outlet.
“Oh, that would be so splendid,” she cooed in delight, beaming down at him with a dazzling smile. “Would yo—Oops!” All the trash spilled out of her arms, directly upon Jaime’s fat head. “Oh dear, it slipped,” she said flatly, not an ounce of apology in her bored voice.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 7, 2007 23:57:03 GMT -5
Jamie opened his eyes and picked a single greasy rabbit bone from the top of his head and looked at her. Smiling like a feral cat, "Looks like I found a chink in your armor.... Interesting."
He licks the bone clean and throws it away. Closing his eyes again he says, "Good Night Blackwood."
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Hope you all are well and happy.