(open) Two blades and a Killing Machine

[morg]

OoC: gah, how the hell did I miss that the half a dozen times I looked? this angers matt ><

"Nice to know we understand each other," Morgan retorted, smirking. It was nice to receive recognition from one of the fighting species, even if it did sound slightly sarcastic. Morgan would take it as she wanted to take it, which was complimentary.

Eve twirled her pike, and Morgan perfectly mimicked that with her staff. As Eve moved, Morgan moved. Each motion was committed exactly alike, though with a half-second or so delay as Morgan's eyes took in the information. Still, the girl's body knew exactly what to do, even if her mind couldn't keep up with it.

It amazed Morgan that she was able to do this, and it felt slightly unfair. How long had Eve trained to do such things? And here was Morgan, doing it as if it were nothing. Doubtless Eve could do things that Morgan couldn't, but this still felt so much like stealing.

And Morgan knew she'd need to steal, that the ability might come in handy some day. Her brother and she had always been pragmatic in that manner.

She did wish she had a point to her weapon though, it would make the mirroring perfect.

[Eve Stone]

(ooc. is okay)

Her moves steadily became more complicated as she spun, kicked, flipped, and rolled. One of her rolls had her passing the bag of weapons and she yanked out a long sword out of its sheath as she went. Using both blades she danced whirling the long sword one handed as if it weighed nothing.

Flipping the sword to have the blade pointing opposite the pikes end she spun slashing the air. Using this makeshift double ended spike she used different motions and positions making sure not to cut herself on her own sword.

Eve dropped to her knee separating the sword and pike; she stabbed behind her with the sword and thrusted forward with the pike. She stood twirling both weapons glancing over at Morgan as she changed tactics, and weapons.

"If you ever feel like grabbing a weapon just come on over and grab one." Voice gruff and eyes not really looking at Morgan she picked up her two battle axes and started having fun.

[morg]

The complicated moves were no harder for Morgan to mimic than the easier ones had been. They did boggle the girl's mind though, as she tried to mentally remember everything her body was processing. Each side-step and move had a specific purpose, after all, though Morgan's body would react well enough.

When Eve went for a second weapon, Morgan found herself shifting focus. Clearly she couldn't perfectly imitate the older girl anymore. So instead she continued as if the sword weren't in Eve's hand. Sweat was beginning to bead on Morgan's skin, and she could feel her body begin to work. Of course, this only pleased and incited Morgan, and she grinned as she moved.

"Gotcha," Morgan said. Since Eve had switched, Morgan needed to switch. And this mean picking up two things that could be wielded similarly to battle-axes.

The selection nearly overwhelmed Morgan, and she had to pause and admire a few weapons. In the end, she found a pair of smaller axes, and decided to follow along with those.

"How did you get all those weapons?" she asked, glancing over at the bag.

[Eve Stone]

Double weilding was actually her specialty and she continued moving as Morgan spoke and asked her a question. She actually had to think on it for a minute. Some of the weapons she had "found" and some her father had given her while others she had spent months deciding to purchase herself.

"Various places, gifts, buying them from specific people, finding them. Where I was raised we basically all lived together in a small village and kind of shared things." Eve moved like liquid ash she trained with the twin battle axes whose maker she knew personally and respected greatly. He was one of the oldest war dragons she'd ever met.

"So when I left I just ended up taking them with me on accident. When I go back I'll give them back." Collecting weapons to her family was like collecting bottle caps, or stamps. It was just another hobby that just so happened to be practical.

The sun warmed her skin and it was like she got more energy from it, but it was simply the fact that she loved the sun. Going quiet for a bit as she turned and moved the axes she gazed at the sky for a few seconds. If the girl liked her weapons so much, and if they stayed in contact maybe she would give one to her. That would be a nice gift, and cheap considering she didn't have to buy something she already owned.

[morg]

The exhaustive moving was beginning to wear on Morgan. The girl could continue to train for quite some time. After all, Morgan had done quite a bit of this herself. However, Morgan's muscles were used to handling complex martial arts poses, or running. They strained with the axes and the armed poses, though she still managed to nearly flawlessly imitated Eve's every move.

"So, mutual ownership then?" Morgan guessed. They had a similar idea back home among her family. She didn't exactly live in a small village, but Pickneyville was probably the next step up.

"My family does that somewhat, only with stuff like tools. My mom would probably flip if Dad started bringing battle-axes home," Morgan chuckled at the image. It was even funnier knowing full well that Eoin might actually do that, if he actually felt like it.

Eve paused, which was good for Morgan. She could certainly use a short breather. Some water too, but there didn't appear to be any of that around.

[Eve Stone]

Easing her shoulders back she rested her muscles for a few minutes. After a good training session she always loved basking in the sun for a good hour or so, but someone was acutally here for her session. She turned swinging the axes again.

"Yeah, the only thing we don't share is g-money." She'd almost said gold, and that would've been a dead give away in her mind. Course the whole money hording thing might just be with her village.

"Hey, you getting hungry? I wouldn't mind grabbing something to eat." The sad attempt to try to be friends with the girl. Though if the girl twisted it it could sound like Eve was hitting on her. "You know because exercising makes people hungry." That sounded retarded.

"Okay, I'm trying to say that I'm not hitting on you and just asking you to breakfast to be friendly." She growled out frustrated with herself. Her unability to talk was astounding even to her. Swinging the axes angrily she cut a young tree about eight inches thick in half, nothing amazing to the war dragon. Or to many people. Two carefully cared for axes and a good swing means dead tree.

[morg]

"G-money?" Morgan repeated, highly amused. She hadn't expected Eve to use a term like that. That was something you generally heard idiotic rappers or wannabe suburban kids use. Not jocks from the Academy. Certainly not jocks from small villages where everyone shared everything.

"Yeah, that would be--" Morgan's words were cut off as Eve continued talking. She raised a finger to add more, but only got a little bit of word out before Eve wrecked a tree. Sighing, Morgan crossed her arms and let the other girl have her tantrum.

"You done?" she almost snapped. Morgan nodded at the tree. "What did the poor tree ever do to you, huh?"

Morgan half-smiled, rolled her eyes, and walked over to the weapons bag, putting away her weapons. "It's not a date, obviously. For one thing, I've already got a boyfriend, for another, it's just freakin' breakfast. Chill out already."

Morgan glanced over her shoulder, wondering just who Eve had run into lately that would make her think this qualified as a date. A lesbian predator maybe? Morgan certainly knew one of those was around here somewhere...

[Eve Stone]

Now she felt even more retarded. Hiding in a hole somewhere sounded good. Acting like a royal idiot, check. Eve chewed on the inside of her cheek glacing a little at Morgan as she put the weapons away.

"Yeah, not a date." She mumbled her eyes going to the poor tree, she'd buy a new one and plant it later. At the very mentioning of date she her mind jumped to what had happened with Rae and she gritted her teeth.

"Heh, nice. Um, lucky you." Eve walked over to her bag feeling about as big as an ant and completely ashamed of her actions. After putting away the weapons she zipped up the bag then hefting it onto her shoulder. What she needed was to get away from all these humans and just rage somewhere. Without anyone looking or judging her. Back home such instant rages were normal. To think it wasn't well made her feel so inferior.

[morg]

Since they'd settled on their not-date, and Eve looked properly abashed for lashing out at the poor tree, Morgan moved about and tried to help her finish packing everything away. Whatever race Eve was, it might be one that had violent tendencies. There were a few that did, after all. So Morgan was willing to take the lash-out a bit better than she would normally. She still eyed Eve warily though, not wanting to be the target of the next thrashing.

"I'd call it semi-lucky," Morgan sighed, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, let's get going. I don't know about you, but I'm starved. And you were the one doing all the hard work, I just got to play monkey see monkey do."

Morgan chuckled, and began heading back to the Academy. She paused, turning to Eve and waiting for the other girl to catch up.

[Eve Stone]

At least the girl hadn't stalked off in a huff from Eve's actions yet. So she tried to stay light in thought not wanting to dwell on something she couldn't very well take back. Unless she could somehow make the tree take back its other half.

"Food sounds good right about now." The training hadn't been all that hard. Nice way to burn calories and stretch her muscles but it wasn't like she'd learned anything. Other than the fact that her axe was nicely sharpened.

"Why are you only semi-lucky to have a boy friend? Is he a sucky boy friend or something?" Eve jogged up beside Morgan and then fell into walking beside her up to the academy. "Cause you're still young, and if you're not happy just move on to somebody else. I bet tons of dudes are after your flexible a**." She said it laughing a bit trying to be teasing and feeling like she was acting like Rae flirting instead.

Hefting the bag farther onto her shoulder she kept her gaze straight forward. If she wasn't looking at her she couldn't possibly be flirting. Right?

[morg]

Wait, was Eve flirting with Morgan now? Or was that some poorly constructed compliment? Either way, Morgan intended to simply take it in stride. Since her brother was best friends with a raging lesbian, she'd learned to deal with other girls flirting. Besides, you'd be surprised at what jocks think.

"He's a bit of a pushover," explained Morgan, glancing over at Eve. She matched stride with the other girl and started toward the Academy again. "Really sweet guy, but it's just, I'm not sure he's going at the same speed I am."

Morgan sighed, shaking her head. This wasn't a conversation she really wanted to have with a near stranger, even if they did share a love for weapons and working out.

"What about you? Is there a Mr. Axe-wielder, hmm?" Morgan smiled teasingly, and resisted the urge to tag on or a Miss?

[Eve Stone]

"With your fighting skills you shouldn't limit youself. Weak men should not date strong women. They should both be strong." She glanced over at her and shrugged. "But that's just my philosophy, and if there's a speed issue why not talk to him about it?"

It was a bit hypocritical for her of all people to be giving the girl romantic advice but if there was a problem it was always better to talk it out. Otherwise how does the other person even know it's a problem? But it was Morgan's relationship, Morgan's problem and she was sure the girl could handle things herself.

"Nope, no Mr. Axe-Weilder. I'm currently happily single." Walking along at a nice pace she started thinking of what she might have for breakfast once they got inside. Sausage sounded good with lots of gravy, yes, never could go wrong with gravy. "Relationships complicate things. Though someday maybe Mr. Axe-Weilder will find me, and it won't be a big complication. It'll just fit."

But who honestly believed in such fairy tale romances anymore? She certainly did not, and it didn't bother her one bit either. Romance belonged in songs, poety and romance novels not real life.

[morg]

It sounded like Eve was advocating some primitive method of choosing who you dated. Only date someone stronger than you? Morgan had to admit, grudgingly, that it at least made some sense. Especially if you were a fairly powerful species. The last thing you wanted was a complete pushover.

Hearing "why not talk to him about it?" tagged onto the end of that little prehistoric rant threw Morgan. Apparently Eve was at least slightly deeper than the Almasian had first guessed. Less stream, more kiddy pool.

"Yeah, relationships complicate things even when the two people are perfect fits for each other. I should know," Morgan smirked, "almost all my siblings found people absolutely perfect for them. But they still argue and have all sorts of issues. Hell, my youngest brother's girlfriend had her mind messed with and all kinds of screwy stuff."

Only in this strange, screwy world would you have to worry about someone mind raping you and causing troubles with your romantic life. It felt odd, having that be a major issue to worry about.

"So, I'm thinking of putting away a massive stack of pancakes right about now," declared Morgan. She turned a massive grin on Eve, "Dripping with syrup and with some sausage nearby."

[Eve Stone]

She sighed her head dropping at bit not liking the idea of things being complicated even if the two were perfect for each other. That's why she wasn't too keen on finding that Mr. or Mrs. somebody. Complications were not welcome in her life even if it meant she had to be single and alone.

"Well, that's nice to know. Maybe I'll just stick to being single." Eve cracked a half grin her stomach growling at her to hurry up. Morgan's suggestion for breakfast sounded fantastic, maybe she'd have that with her sausage and gravy.

"Pancakes, sausage, gravy, some biscuits...Ah, I'm starving!" Her hand went to her stomach as it growled in agreement. "Okay, so I'm about to eat my own arm. If you wanna take a nice stroll go right on ahead. Me however, I am going to get food into my stomach as fast as possible."

With flash of a smile she hefted the bag on snuggly then started jogging toward the school. It was almost as if she could smell and taste that delicious breakfast now.

[morg]

Something about the way Eve spoke made Morgan feel a little sorry for the poor dragoness. Relationships weren't something to be avoided. More something to be run toward, in Morgan's opinion. Then again, she could see why someone wouldn't want that complication. Besides, she still didn't know Eve well enough to feel comfortable offering advice.

"It's making me hungry just talking about it," agreed Morgan nodding. "So much food just waiting for us."

For a second, Morgan wavered on what to do. It would be pleasant enough to simple stroll. But she was starting to get hungry, and she loved to race someone, even if they weren't really racing her.

That settled it, and he took off in a run, quickly catching up to the war dragon as the two headed for breakfast.

OoC: down curtain?