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Post by misa on Dec 9, 2007 17:26:25 GMT
'Okay, we can work with that.' Misa heart froze in her chest. Madeleine didn't sound disgusted. A little surprised, but...it was okay. Misa meet Madeleine's eyes again and saw no lie there, no distrust. "But...it's a terrible thing. To be able to bend someone's mind like that..." Misa felt she had to make Madeleine understand how awful this was, as though maybe regardless of her extraordinary perceptiveness Madeleine had failed to understand what had just occured. But, she knew deep down that wasn't really possible. Madeleine understood perfectly and didn't mind.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 9, 2007 19:55:14 GMT
Madeleine suddenly wanted to reach out to Misa and hug her. "I won't make you use it for ill, Misa, don't worry," she said, keeping her tone light and soft. "I promise."
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Post by misa on Dec 9, 2007 20:22:54 GMT
She couldn't help it. Misa stepped forward and gave Madeleine a soft hug. "Thank you." She said. "So weapons?" She moved the conversation onwards to avoid any awkwardness about her actions.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 9, 2007 20:39:17 GMT
Madeleine patted Misa's back as she hugged her, and suddenly realised what her words were doing. Her words had never done that much. Misa pulled back. "Thank you. So, weapons?" Madeleine smiled and turned, unlocking the door to the store and pulling out a sword, sheathed, and with an engraved hilt, set with a purple stone. It wasn't a protective stone, but at least it would match. It was stupid, but the thought occured, and she followed it. "Is this the right size?" Stupid question. She'd done this a million times, she could size people up perfectly. It would be exactly right.
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Post by misa on Dec 10, 2007 17:37:08 GMT
Misa took the proffered rapier and tested its weight gingerly in her left hand, her fighting hand. Misa had often wondered if the reason she fought reverse was because she simply had to be just that little bit different in every aspect. However she had come to be grateful of this unexpected upper hand.
The difference in weight between the hilt and blade was nil, this was clearly a carefully constructed piece. The fold in the steel was practically undetectable and there was a faint inscription along the reverse of the blade in a language Misa hadn't encountered before. It was a beautiful weapon. But the striking stone in the cross of the hilt was what really sold it to her. Amethyst Purple. She gave a small smile at that and nodded to Madeleine, "It's perfect."
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 10, 2007 17:55:49 GMT
Madeleine smiled as she watched Misa test it. "That's good. You're left-handed too, I see."
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Post by misa on Dec 10, 2007 18:07:46 GMT
"Yes, I- wait, you're a south fighter as well?" Misa asked in mild surprise.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 10, 2007 18:26:36 GMT
She had to smile at the look of surprise on Misa's face. "Yes - you sound surprised!"
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Post by misa on Dec 10, 2007 18:41:03 GMT
"You just seem too...normal for that. Too skilled. My instructor once told me only a right-handed fighter could have any aptitude in contact fighting. In any fighting actually..." Misa tried to sound light hearted about it but the remarks had cut her at the time.
In the end they had made all the difference - they had only made her try harder than ever to be best in all disciplines.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 10, 2007 18:54:46 GMT
Madeleine kept the frown off her face, keeping it passive, seemingly not noticing the deep pool of hurt that lurked behind Misa's light tone. "Well, that's obviously a load of crap, isn't it?" she asked rhetorically, smiling. "My brother was left-handed, and he was one of the greatest fighters in a lot of fields." Her face fells slightly as she realised that it had left him dead, but she wasn't about to say that. "We're a minority," she smiled. "We south fighters are special, right?"
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Post by misa on Dec 10, 2007 19:05:43 GMT
"Right." Misa agreed, storing away the information Madeleine had just offered. Her brother was. "Have your family all been to Orchid then?"
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 10, 2007 19:13:44 GMT
This was where she had to be careful. "Most," she said, carefully. "For the past three generations, at least. Before that not all of my family were gifted."
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Post by misa on Dec 11, 2007 15:49:50 GMT
"So, do your parents live nearby now?" Misa knew she was treading on uneven ground now - there was something weighted about Madeleine's words, as though she were measuring each one precisely before it had permission to pass her lips- but she had to find out if she was the only one without any sort of family or life beyond the walls of Orchid.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 11, 2007 15:56:24 GMT
She hesitated slightly before answering. It wasn't a good thing to do, but she couldn't let anything slip. She didn't think that Misa would treat her any differently, but she'd promised, right? "No, they're at the other end of the country," she said. True. They were spending Christmas, as usual, with her grandmother.
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Post by misa on Dec 11, 2007 16:56:47 GMT
Misa heard the hesitation in Madeleine's voice and chose to drop the subject. So Madeleine had people out there...parents. Misa wondered what it was like to know there was someone who thought about you-cared about you? She'd never really had parents, a family, just carers and minders and the vague mention of the word mother now and again...It wasn't that Misa missed not having people out there. You couldn't miss what you've never had, could you? "The Moors? It is lovely round there this time of year," Misa agreed, realising she'd been silent for a little too long.
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