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Samantha Grey ([personal profile] samantha_grey) wrote2012-06-17 06:28 am
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IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

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[personal profile] sings_of_death 2014-08-25 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
I can see that. If that was all it took then I might have been a little disappointed.

But you know, if you want to go ahead and get started on dinner I won't complain.

[Someone's temper was just as useful a tool to use against them as anything else. She had already seen how composure and level headedness were easy to lose when you were pissed off enough.]

[personal profile] sings_of_death 2014-08-26 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Heh, can't be any worse than anything I had to make for Michael. If you want real spice let me show you how to cook for a dragon.

[Zero kept her blade up not moving just yet, this time she would allow Samantha to make the first move and then react, hopefully the other was having as much fun with this as she was. Otherwise it would be a waste to have such a nice dinner planned.]

[personal profile] sings_of_death 2014-08-26 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Seeing the movement Zero swung the sword upwards, dragging it along the ground for just a moment to give a little more resistance and more power behind the impact that it would have. At the same time stepping in and turning her body so that the struck sai would barely graze her even if Samantha managed to hold onto it.]

I can eat pretty much anything.

[personal profile] sings_of_death 2014-08-29 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Now was the perfect time, letting go of the blade as it went flying Zero pushed off the ground and went to slam a knee into the others stomach as well as a hard punch directed right at her head. Even if the blow failed to land she would be able to get the sword back easily enough while dodging the sais.]

[personal profile] sings_of_death 2014-09-01 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Heh, too bad the tail gave her something to grab onto as well as to focus on. Missing tripping over it with a roll she reached back and grabbed the appendage while also kicking the sword upwards with her feet and grabbing it with the other hand.]

Gotcha.

[personal profile] sings_of_death 2014-09-02 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[The pain in her wrist barely registered as Samantha's foot crashed down on it, the stone underneath cracking a little beneath the metal. As for the punch, Zero managed to pull the blade up just in time to put the broad side between her face and the first; pulling a bit harder on the tail as she maneuvered back to her feet.]

But what if I want to get closer than this.

[personal profile] sings_of_death 2014-09-03 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Stopping for a moment, Zero looked completely baffled. She hadn't really expected the other to give up so suddenly, and had it just been her imagination or had that been a rather sensual cry. It was a little confusing considering how tough the other had seemed.]

If there was anyone watching they had a pretty good show then.

[Turning her fingers a little she let go of the tail and lowered her weapon.]

Thanks for the workout, it was just what I needed. Though if we keep breaking their toys they might get a little mad. Let me know when you're ready to cook that dinner, you seem like you might need some time on your own first.

[with a twist she walked over picking up the discarded pieces of wood that had been the spear.]

Just don't wait too long.

[personal profile] sings_of_death 2014-09-06 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Well as long as you're as good a cook as you claim, then how about tomorrow night. You can come use that table you like so much.

[Zero the wooden toys into a pile with the rest before retrieving her actual sword.]

Unless you've already got a date, then I guess well just have to do it next week.