training grounds [open]

[inquisitorium]

Who: Trilla & Open

What: Practicing some mysterious new fighting styles

Where: Outdoors, Castle training grounds.

Warnings Trilla's entire personality; actual warnings to come as they appear.





Trilla had tried to be circumspect with her newfound knowledge, but the fact of the matter was that it was just too difficult to test the limits of her own abilities in the confines of a small room. Besides which, she's been in a foul mood ever since Lady Whisperfangs' rumors had incurred Vader's disapproval. It's her own fault, but that doesn't mean she won't be taking it out on everybody else.

At present, Trilla can be found running through a distinctly unusual series of moves with a wooden staff rather than her preferred training sword, having given up on the latter after she found it ill-suited to the style she'd somehow stumbled into understanding. There's a distinct fire and grace to her practice even as she appears confused by her own intent and occasionally seems to falter, pausing to shake her head as if clearing it of an unwanted thought or sensation.

She isn't looking particularly approachable, but perhaps an offer of a sparring partner will not be immediately refused.

Comments

[inquisitorium]

Trilla's never been good at lying; she finds it offensive to her sensibilities, and would prefer to snap at someone in a manner that silences an unwanted inquiry rather than tell a falsehoood. Cal's question gets a shrug, meant as a dismissal -- but also the absolute truth. She has no idea, and it troubles her more than a little.

She eyes the way Cal favors his injured leg with a pang of something she doesn't want to acknowledge. He'll learn, just as she had. And they'll both be better for it.

"It's not weighted correctly, anyway. Probably a waste of time."

[rebuilder]

"So what, you just woke up one morning and knew -- all of this?" It seems a bit too advanced to be something made up on the fly, which is not an insult to her skills but it's not like anything they've learned or anything she's done in class. If it were built off of it, that would be a whole other thing entirely.

Cal tries to follow one of the moves he'd witnessed her doing earlier, abet slowly. Definitely not sure what he's doing. The weight is not what he's used to. He shrugs and tosses the staff back to Trilla.

Maybe he's pushing his luck here, but Cal picks up his own weapon.

"Think you can show me?"

[inquisitorium]

Even if Trilla thought he'd believe her, the fact that she doesn't know has deeply unsettled her. It's a fascinating skill, to be sure, and there's a great deal of satisfaction in being able to wield a new weapon so skillfully. There's something comfortingly familiar about it, and that's unsettling, too. She can't quite decide whether this fresh discovery is a good thing or not, but it's certainly nothing she's going to waste.

She catches the staff with ease and considers for a moment; she ought to turn Cal away, considering the scrutiny her Maker had turned upon them both. But training is training, and friend or no, she would like to see the both of them succeed.

"Fine. I'll slow it down for you just once. See what you can follow."

She brings her staff back around to the ready position in which she'd started from before and goes through the sequence again more deliberately. She wears an expression of supreme indifference the entire time, though she watches Cal nonetheless carefully.

[rebuilder]

It's not the Go away he'd been expecting, telling him to leave her alone after they'd had their argument only a short time before. And Cal would do it, if she told him to leave despite the fact that it would hurt and he doesn't want to - despite her efforts, he still considers her a friend and hopes that she will come to see that it's not such a bad thing, and that Vader is highly overreacting.

Despite this, he's always been curious and this is no exception. With a nod of thanks, Cal gets into the same position as she does, though he's not as smooth and moves slowly in the way of someone trying something out for the first time. It's not an easy form and he stumbles or finds himself overcorrecting at some points but it reminds him slightly of the technique he'd somehow known in that dream they'd been stuck in.