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Post by misa on Dec 17, 2007 17:33:12 GMT
Seventeen. seventeen children who would never go home for christmas. Almost eighteen. Madeleine was the eighteenth. Misa could hear the guilt in Madeleine's promise. "I'm not worried, and I barely know you." Misa smiled reassuringly.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 17, 2007 18:49:44 GMT
Madeleine smiled, pleased. "Thanks. I should probably put you to some practice..." She moved away from the store after locking it, and drew out her sword. "Hows your fencing?"
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Post by misa on Dec 17, 2007 19:10:47 GMT
"I may be slightly rusty..." Misa warned jokingly, drawing her own newly aquired sword easily. Resting her weight on her back foot and falling lightly into a neat first she raised her weapon in preparation as the adreniline began to course through her body.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 17, 2007 20:25:47 GMT
Madeleine smiled at Misa. "I'll go easy on you, then." She stood to face her side on. "En garde."
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Post by misa on Dec 18, 2007 16:29:01 GMT
So it begins, Misa thought briefly as she rather boldly (in comparison to her usual technique of patience) made the first move. A sharp barrage of upper and lower cuts respectively all of which were blocked effortlessly by Madeleine. Misa smiled, had she honestly expected anything less?
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 29, 2007 21:12:49 GMT
Misa hadn't been lying whenever she had said that she was trained in most weapons, that much was easy to tell. The series of cuts she had made, though Madeleine had blocked them, were very well made, quite professionally and capably. To test out Misa's responses, Madeleine made a few cuts towards her, sweeping, effortless strokes. She had to admit - fencing with another left-handed person felt so much more natural.
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Post by misa on Dec 29, 2007 21:18:46 GMT
Misa blocked each of Madeleine's retaliating strikes with as little movement of the blade possible - fancy gestures were so ridiculous, so wasteful of time and countless other resources. She made a quick feign to the left and instead ducked under Madeleine's right arm so she was now behind her.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 30, 2007 12:16:47 GMT
Madeleine spun around as Misa ducked and blocked a cut sharply, deflecting the blade without so much as a hiss of metal on metal. Things continued like this for a while, neither managing to get through the others defence, until the bell rang shrilly, signalling the end of the practice session.
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Post by misa on Dec 30, 2007 12:25:18 GMT
Misa felt a swell of disappointment as the bell rang signaling the end of practice, just as she was truly getting into the swing of it. It was so refreshing fighting someone that was something of a challenge. Misa lowered her weapon and sheathed it once more, inclining her head to Madeleine, a token of repsect, as she did so.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 30, 2007 14:44:20 GMT
Madeleine returned the gesture, slightly touched, as the Warriors stared on, eyes popping. "Okay, guys, you can go," she said, turning and nodding towards them. "Good work. You get a break tomorrow, I don't want to see you until four o'clock in three days time, right?"
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Post by misa on Dec 30, 2007 14:54:54 GMT
Misa blushed as she finally realised people must have been watching, she just been so caught up in the moment...She kept her head down as everyone filed out, trying to cover the rising colour in her cheeks.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jan 10, 2008 18:25:42 GMT
When the Warriors had all left, leaving the heavy door clanging behind them. Madeleine turned to Misa with a smile. "Well, you seemed well-trained enough, I can't wait to try you out with some other things." Enough? Madeleine was thrilled. Misa was definitely an incredible asset to her team, though of course, she couldn't tell her that. People generally took that in one of two ways - neither being good.
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Post by misa on Jan 10, 2008 18:38:28 GMT
"So, I can stay?" Misa asked in disbelief. She'd made the standard? She was good enough for Madeleine's army. She couldn't help feeling a tiny bit hopeful that this would all work out for the better at hearing that news.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jan 10, 2008 18:42:53 GMT
Madeleine frowned. "Of course! If you decided that you wanted to be a Carer or something, I'd drag you back kicking and screaming, to be honest." Had she really thought that she wasn't good enough? Madeleine could sense a lot of confidence that needed to be boosted...
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Post by misa on Jan 10, 2008 19:02:09 GMT
Misa smiled tentatively, not a hundred percent if Madeleine was mocking her...somehow, however, she could tell, she wasn't. "Right, so three days time - four o'clock?" She asked confirming the information, even though she had the arrangement committed to memory already.
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