(open) Two blades and a Killing Machine

[Eve Stone]

The day was finally sunny after so many clouds, and the young war dragon was taking advantage of it. Carrying a long gym bag she made her way over to the lake. Loose strands of hair blew across her face the rest bound tight into a high pony tail. Her barefeet rejoiced at the fact that they got to walk on grass again and her naturally hot skin soothed at the coolness of the air.

The spot she found almost glittered with the sun radiating off of the lake's waters and the land just disappeared into the water gradually. She set down the long bag bent and zipped it open revealing staffs, pikes, various other bladed weapons, and a pair of war hammers. As she gazed at her collection of weapons that she had chosen to work on that nice morning. Squatting near the bag she yanked out a simple pole staff to start her warm ups then stood. A breeze stirred one of her favorite tank tops she had stolen from one of her younger brothers. It was about three sizes two big and revealed her black sports bra as she started her warm ups with the staff.

Face calm her body flowing from one stance to another like some ancient dance. Mostly staying in one spot at first then strayed as her moves became faster and less like a dance. Instead she appeared as though she were fighting an invisible foe who seemed to keep getting back up as she went. Back flips, front flips, splits, and the usage of the staff to lift her into the air to kick were all used as she fought this imaginary enemy. Her muscles were taught and her attitude serious as the war dragon trained in the morning light.

[morg]

Early mornings made for the best work out times. The temperature was usually just right ,and there was something wonderfully symbolic about starting your day by stretching your muscles and preparing yourself for whatever lay ahead.

Morgan didn't particularly care about the conditions of the day. They were generally just one more thing to overcome. If you only went out during perfect days, you'd only be ready to handle perfect days. And that simply wasn't acceptable to the youngest Cavan.

Clad in running sweats and a loose, sleeveless sports top, Morgan had jogged out into the morning. Her battered tennis shoes had flopped against the ground, and she'd been enjoying simply running.

Then she noticed someone practicing.
Practicing well.

Morgan jerked to a stop, staring at the girl as she moved. Morgan's eyes watched each and every movement, the executed back flips, the front flips, the staff usage. Soon Morgan could feel her own body prepping, and felt herself flip in perfect unison with Eve. Continuing to watch, Morgan worked her way through the dragon's morning exercises, wishing she had a staff of her own.

[Eve Stone]

Completely wrapped up in her own little world of training she run up a large rock and back flipped off of it. Landing she swung out a leg to trip her "enemy" while swinging the staff and jabbing it precisely into where she imagined where a guy sneaking up on her to attack crotch might be. She smiled spun quickly with the staff tight to her body then flipping it out crossing her arms in the process to hit two people at once.

Some more executed moves with the staff specifically and she used the staff to kick up a rock and bat the rock. Unknown to her she was aiming this rock right at the girl mimicing her. As she realized this her eyes went wide.

"Whoa, mockingbird, watch out!" Eve yelled knowing how fast that rock must be going. The dragon never held back when she trained and that meant all her strength had gone into that swing. If the rock hit the girl in the head. "Damnit!" Feet moving faster than any normal human ever could she knew she wouldn't catch the rock or catch up to it in time to tackle her. She just didn't know what else to do. If the girl was watching then she'd be able to duck no problem. Please, be able to duck with no problem! Not really feeling like killing anyone today she really hoped the girl ducked.

[morg]

Fortunately Morgan had been paying perfect attention. After all, she'd been perfectly mimicking Eve's every move. The rock did come at her fast, and had she not been looking straight at it, even Morgan would have had difficulty dealing with it. As it was, the talented muscle mimic simply bent over backwards, twisting slightly to move directly out of the way of the rock. Yes, a move directly imitated from the Matrix, and beautifully performed.

It was a bit tricky to unwind oneself from, though Morgan managed to do so without severely damaging herself in the process. She smirked at Eve, then glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the smacked rock.

"Not bad, if I hadn't been paying attention I would've been in trouble," she commented, turning back to Eve, "'sides, I'm the one who didn't warn you I was here."

Shouldn't have had to, if the other girl was any good at what she did. A fighter would automatically know when she was being watched, and simply accept it or deal with it. Since Morgan hadn't been dealt with, she assumed she'd just been accepted.

"Not bad though," Morgan said. She nodded at the bag of weapons. "I'm guessing you know what you're doing?"

[Eve Stone]

She almost callasped in relief when the girl dodged the rock. Though how she dodged it had her slamming her breaks and dawking at her. I saw that in a movie once... To cover the rest of the distance she merely jogged as the girl mimicing her talked.

"Yeah, you didn't warn me. But that's my fault for not paying more attention to my surroundings." Eve stopped when within safe talking distance of the girl. She grinned crockedly a bit ashamed that she hadn't noticed the girl mimicing her from a distance. Force and claw did not mean that she was the most attentive person around.

Glancing the girl over she wondered one how the girl could judge good or bad unless she herself was a fighter, and two how long had she been standing there? Her eyes narrowed but not in anger just in thought. Couldn't have been too long she would've noticed her in the warm up stage of her training.

"Nah, I just like swinging a stick around." Realizing she still held said stick she spun it smoothly but not too fast. It was her way of not being cocky. "And I like shiny, pointy things." Though the staff was neither shiny nor pointy.

"Or well...weapons in general." Man she sounded like an idiot. She didn't often talk to people in the mornings, trained yes, but not talk. "Really, I sound better after breakfast." She mumbled not wanting the girl to label her too big of an idiot.

[morg]

Wow, an honest to God jock. Morgan hadn't run into one of those for a while now. Ever since she transferred out of regular high school and into the Gifted Academy. Sure, there were a handful of people like that, Morgan was sure. But she hadn't found them just yet. But here was one right now, spinning a stick and talking like a muscle-bound moron.

"Most people sound better after breakfast," Morgan agreed, smiling. Really, dealing with a jock didn't bother her all that much. After all, Morgan was one. Just, a smarter breed then someone like this. She walked forward, holding out a hand in greeting.

"Name's Morgan," she said. Her eyes flicked to the stash of weapons, then focused back on Eve. "And I'm not too bad with weapons myself. Then again, I have an edge up on most people."

And that was just her Gift. Let alone her determination and practice. Gifts only got you so far, after all.

"Really though, I wouldn't sell yourself short. You've clearly got some training, either that or you're really lucky," Morgan held a hand out, motioning to the staff, "care if I take a look?"

[Eve Stone]

At least the girl didn't declare Eve an idiot though what she was thinking was beyond her capabilities. The girl could very well just be being polite. She stopped spinning her staff her lack of conversational skills kicking at her again.

"Eve, nice to meet you Morgan." That was a strong sounding name, a name her mother would even like. It made sense for a girl good at weapons and fighting to be named such a strong sounding name. Or at least it made sense to her. She took the hand being careful not to squeeze too hard. Eve always hated it when people squeezed as hard as they could like some challenge of strength. It was rude and cocky neither she liked very much.

"My whole family are fighters so its a bit of both. Being lucky, and good teachers." Her eyes went to the staff in hand and shrugged. "Sure I don't mind, it's not in the best condition it's just one of my training staffs. If you want you can try out any of the others too." Handing over the staff she turned to go to her bag.

[morg]

"A family of fighters? Must be some fun family reunions," Morgan joked. She felt the staff's balance, and was slightly impressed at how well it was made. Eve had disparaged it, but really, it struck Morgan as being a good weapon to practice with. Maybe the other girl had more experience with weapons then Morgan did. After all, Morgan's specialties were generally of the unarmed variety.

"My dad's a dentist, my mom's a nurse, and the rest of my family's all over the map," Morgan offered. She perfectly imitated one of Eve's earlier stances, then whirled her way through a couple of the more interesting forms. Despite her desire to, Morgan did not fling a rock at the back of Eve's head. As funny as that would be.

"I just got lucky in regards to my Gifting," Morgan explained. She began spinning the staff like a baton, tossing it in the air and catching it. Really just because she could, and to stretch out her muscles.

"So, what's your Gift? Or are you a Faerie or something?"

[Eve Stone]

She chuckled slightly at her mention of family reunions, the did tend to be quite entertaining. Certainly something not to take a frail person to. As she listened to Morgan discribe her family she made it to her bag and began digging for a weapon. Maybe she should just use a pike a slight upgrade from the staff.

"A dentist? Ugh," thinking about getting her fangs and scales cleaned she cringed thinking that would be a horrid job. Cleaning people's nasty mouths, ew. "I could never do that. Putting your hands in other people's- ugh." She gagged slightly at the thought being slight germophobic.

Gifted to be what a talented fighter? That would be handy and it explained how the girl could mimic her moves so well. She watched her spin the staff and move and her eye brows riased.

"Nice, and um people have called me gifted before." Eve turned away spinning her pike one handed. "No, one however has ever called me a fairy, and hopefully no one ever will." Not meaning to but she sounded a bit threatening when she said it as she turned around still spinning the pike.

[morg]

Clearly a tough chick. Then again, that went right along with the jock image. Though it clearly meant that Eve wasn't a faerie, and probably had never actually met one in real life. Karmine struck Morgan as being perfectly capable of kicking a**, should he feel so inclined. And supposedly the Queen herself did a bit of that as well.

"Dad's a Gifted healer," Morgan explained. She moved the staff to behind her neck, draping both hands over it. Briefly she thought about performing a neat contortionist trick with it, but figured that would constitute showing off.

"Not just gifted," Morgan offered. She nodded at Eve, "You're clearly gifted. I mean Gifted."

Morgan sighed, turning her eyes heavenwards. How did you explain this to someone?

"Gifted, you know? Like how some people can shoot lasers out of their eyes, or control fire? Take me for example," Morgan moved the staff down, stepping around it. "I see something, and I can mimic it. My body knows exactly what to do. So I can do stuff like..."

She finished moving the staff, hopping out of it and grinning at Eve, "This! It's a fun Gift to have, let me tell you."

She tilted the staff in Eve's direction, "So, do you have a Gift like that, or are you a different kind of special?"

[Eve Stone]

Oh, Eve had known exactly what Morgan had been talking about she was just dodging the question. Though now the girl probably thought Eve was truly daft for not knowing about the Gifted. So many people were finding out she was a dragon lately she kinda wanted a least one person to not know.

"Yeah, yeah the Gifted ones or whatever I know what they are I'm not that retarded." She watched Morgan as she displayed her unique Gift though Eve was already impressed with it having seen a bit of it before.

"Let's just say I'm special." It would take long for the girl to figure out which kind of special she was. There wasn't that many races to guess from and she didn't appear to be stupid. Resting the pike on her shoulder she gave a half grin trying to be friendly.

[morg]

Not retarded? Someone was certainly on the defensive. Which only made Morgan want to go on the offensive, and truly start berating the poor girl. It would almost be unfair though.

"Right, special," Morgan rolled her eyes. Of course the other girl was special. Why else would she be anywhere near the academy? They weren't exactly letting in everyone who showed up at the door. Since she'd dodged the Gifted query, it lowered the possibilities. At the moment, Morgan guessed the other girl to be either demon or dragon.

"Hey, I don't think I caught your name," Morgan pointed out. She nodded in Eve's direction. "Kinda be nice to be able to call you something."

Understatement. Besides, a name might actually help Morgan figure out which race the girl was. If it was something like Heartsbreath, she probably wasn't a demon.

"Oh, and did you mind if I watched you practice? You were doing good and I love picking up new stuff like that."

[Eve Stone]

Eve could've sworn she'd mentioned her name, but maybe the girl only paid attention to things she could learn. Like how to fight, to steal all of Eve's well practiced moves. But repeating her name wasn't that big of a deal then she wouldn't end up being called 'hey you' or 'big dump girl' or some other annoying name.

"My name is Eve." There that made it very clear at to what her name was. Starting to use very simple small menuvears in her spinning she stopped when the girl asked to watch her practice.

"I don't care if you watch. I don't care if you mimic. But if you're going to stick around one I don't want you to get hurt, though I doubt it." Especially from the display earlier. "And two though I'm not saying you will, just don't get in the way. I wouldn't mind training with you, but you didn't ask me that." Okay, that sounded actually decent for once and not like a crude barbarian. The difference was that Eve loved fighting and if anyone could possibly learn from her she was more than happy to oblige.

[morg]

OoC: you actually didn't introduce yourself this time.

The name Eve didn't give away anything. A demoness could very likely be named that. It was close to "evil" after all, and a demon would probably also appreciate the irony of naming a female "Eve." Could just as well be a dragon name though.

When Eve gave her permission, Morgan smirked confidently. "I don't think you've got to worry too much about me. I can hold my own just fine, thank you. Heck, I'd probably give you a run for your money if we were sparring. But I don't heal so well, so I really don't want to do that with sharp pointy stuff."

Morgan nodded at the various weapons Eve had. "Besides, you saw my little move earlier. I'm not about to get hurt that easily. Seriously."

Morgan backed up a few feet, nodding to Eve. The staff hung loose in her hands, and her muscles were relaxed and ready. This should be fun for her: learning from a demon or dragon. Didn't matter, Morgan loved picking up new tricks.

[Eve Stone]

(Ooc. um yeah, I did "Eve, nice to meet you Morgan." I checked before I typed.)

Why wasn't somebody cocky, or well confident. Eve raised her eyebrows at how adament Morgan was about her skills and put up her hands palms forward.

"Whoa, okay chicka, I get it. You got mad skills and will kick my ass. Got it." Shaking her head she turned around starting to spin her pike again. Jeeze, people were so touchy. It didn't take her hardly any time to get over the fact someone was going to be watching her. In only a few minutes of smooth warm ups and she was back to her routine.

Moves popped into her head that her father had taught her and she worked through each of them in turn. Using the pike to her advantage she fought off her invisible enemies using her surroundings like a tool. The small point on the blade became a mirror spiking off the sun into the "eyes" of her enemy as she struck. She slid on the dew moistened grass jabbing upwards and flipping the oponent. On and on she went slipping into different stances and positions like silk across glass.