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Jul 20, 2008 20:07:23 GMT
Post by The Delaney Twins on Jul 20, 2008 20:07:23 GMT
“Morning, Ari,” grinned Lynn breathlessly, pulling her iPod headphones out of her ear and slowing to a halt outside the entrance of the training arena. “How’re you?” “Fine, fine,” he said. He smiled absently and pulled the door open for her. “Were you out jogging all morning?” he asked. “You weren’t at breakfast today.” “No,” she said, walking into the cavernous room and trying to guess what kind of training they were doing today. She was never very good at that, though – half the time the equipment she saw lying around wasn’t actually supposed to be there, just debris left by one of the physical classes. Looking at the clutter that had been left unstored in the corner of the room, she felt sorry for the poor sods who had to clear it up. Or maybe, by now, the poor sods who were supposed to clean it up, and were rather going to get ripped a new one by one of the many high-ranking warriors… “Slept in,” she explained, making her way over to the corner that had the greatest concentration of litter and beginning to pick up the assorted swords that lay there. They needed to be more careful with their weapons; they didn’t exactly grow on trees. “But I had a free period last.” “And jogging is more important than your wave control coursework?” asked Arihant, raising an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes and turned back to him, the sword in her right hand bobbing for emphasis with every point she made. “There’s more to life than schoolwork, you know. You ought to get out there and try it sometime. Could do you a world of good – in fact, come to mention it, I seem to recall that someone still hasn’t been running with me yet. Despite the fact that she’s been asking him to for months.” She turned, walked across the room quickly and tried to open the door to the weapons store, but it was locked. At least whoever had left the room in this state had had the sense to be clever in that way. (She had her suspicions of the culprit now; she was fairly sure it was her teacher from fourth year, Professor Stephens. She was the biggest ditz that Lynn had ever had the misfortune to come across.) But just because the door was locked didn’t mean she couldn’t clear up. She made a return journey to the pile of crap in the opposite corner of the room, where Arihant was still lurking. “Look, Lynn,” he said, and he sounded agitated. “It’s not that I don’t want to go running with you, it’s just… Well, you know.” He made a sweeping gesture at her appearance, which Lynn, for one, did not appreciate. She knew she was sweaty and that she wasn’t wearing any makeup and that her hair looked ridiculous when pulled back into its ponytail, but it wasn’t like he had to draw attention to it. Smarmy b*stard. “You’re no looker yourself, you know,” she said sourly, and bent over to pick up some more swords. She couldn’t take too many at once; they were always more heavy than she expected. “No, no!” he said, and now he seemed even more agitated. “That’s not what I meant, I mean… it’s the clothes.” Lynn had thought that her vest and shorts had been pretty inoffensive. “Oh?” “I can’t wear things like that,” he said, speaking slowly as if he was talking to a deaf person. She sighed. Great. This again. “You can’t use your power as an excuse for everything, you know.” He glared at her. “And that’s what I’m doing now?” “You’re giving it a d*mn good shot,” she said, “but you do realise that the fact that you can’t get your legs out is not a valid reason not to go running with me? You can just wear something else. In fact, you will.” Arihant was going to reply to her, his face moving past irritated into downright pissed off, but she ignored him as she saw the door swinging open to reveal just the person she needed to see. “Hey, Madeleine!” she called from her corner, grinning instead of waving (which had effectively been made impossible by the assortment of blades she was holding). “Could you open the weapons store? Some cretin left these swords out last night.”
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Jul 20, 2008 20:49:24 GMT
Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jul 20, 2008 20:49:24 GMT
Some things never changed. The night before, she’d found herself being harassed by a pretty chestnut-curled Spy on the subject of her dear cousin, and a little bit of memory loss on his behalf. And of course, Russ showed no remorse, as per usual – though, he definitely should. Aside from the hearts he was breaking, he was no longer managing to avoid the reputation of being a … philanderer, to give the impression of being polite. Because he was living in one place, and it was no longer a “girl in every port”, word was spreading, and… Well, it wasn’t like it made much difference, really. Russ would never learn his lesson, and neither would the girls. And there were other unchanging things - she’d walked into the Battle Training Room that morning, to find a shirtless Russ pulling himself up on the bar suspended high up the wall, sweat shimmering on his newly-Spanish-tanned skin. And as usual, against all the rules, Jake was lying placidly beside Madeleine’s desk, head tilted as though deep in thought. “Aw, Russ, come on!” she exclaimed, going over to Jake and nudging him with her foot. “You know you’re not allowed to bring him in here! Come Jake, honey, you need to move.” He arched an eyebrow down at her, before jumping down and grabbing a towel. “Come on, no one’s in here.” “But people are allergic to dogs, Russ, for Chrissake…” “I’ll remind you of that next time you bring the demon-cat in here.” “Mocha never comes in here.” Jake was refusing to get up, his soft, huge black body staying resolutely on the floor, waiting for a command for his master. Madeleine gave up toeing him, shaking her head as she looked over at Russ. “Come on Russ, get him out, and for the love of God, will you please put a shirt on?” He laughed at that, and at a whistle, Jake exited the room with him. Bloody dog. Madeleine sighed as she looked around the room. As usual, it was a total tip. Whoever had been on “floor duty” had obviously decided just to leave it – again. Swords and bows were lying piled up against the walls, not only making an unsightly mess, but someone could get impaled. But people would be starting to flood in soon, so she unlocked her desk and sifted through the neat pile of paper for her notes. Today, they were going to be practicing against someone with a power similar to them, if possible, so she’d already drawn up plans as to who was paired with whom, to make it easier. Ten minutes later, people were coming in as she spread the lists out across her desk, frowning as she made a few adjustments here and there, then glanced about for the first aid kit. Oh, balls. She’d forgotten to lift it. Quickly, she left the room and zoomed to the hospital wing, begging a spare kit from Will, before flying quickly on the air back to the training room. “Hey, Madeleine! Could you open the weapons store? Some cretin left these swords out last night.” She glanced across, smiling as she recognised the voice and Highland accent. “Sure, Lynn, I’ll be right over.” Setting the kit down, she walked lightly across, any stray items rising and following behind her – noting that Russ was back, having obviously showered and changed quickly (the shirt was actually on him, this time), minus the Bernese Mountain Dog. Unlocking the store, she grinned at Lynn. “Thanks for doing this; I swear, I was going to get around to it, I’m honestly not a this much of a pig.”
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Jul 21, 2008 11:45:03 GMT
Post by The Delaney Twins on Jul 21, 2008 11:45:03 GMT
Lynn laughed while she disposed her armful of knives into their correct places, taking care to avoid gashing herself. "Come on, it's not like you're the only one who has responsibility for the state of this room, right? We should have our own personal troupe of caretakers - hmm, maybe the carers could do it. After all, keeping people from mutilating themselves by falling on rusty swords technically falls right under their job description." Having replaced all of her load, she turned and prepared to go out to get more of the debris, but she saw that all of the weaponry was now floating above the ground and being placed in its correct place by some unseen force. She laughed again, looking back to Madeleine. "Seems as if people with psychokinesis can afford to be as much of a pig as they want, anyway," she joked. "Lucky so-and-so." She didn't really mean that last part, though. Or at least, not for the reason that she had just pointed out. Lynn had the soldier-instinct of being compulsively neat - unlike Kennedy, who she really despaired for after seeing the state of his corner of dorm 12. It was like a small bomb had gone off. No, actually, several small bombs. But having psychokinesis would still be insanely cool, even if she wouldn't have to put its cleaning powers to the test. She looked out of the store again, leaning against the door frame, and made a quick scan of the people now milling around in the room. "It looks like just about everyone's here," she said. "Finally. It's all a lot more lax after the holidays, isn't it?"
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Jul 21, 2008 18:27:10 GMT
Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jul 21, 2008 18:27:10 GMT
Madeleine laughed at the comment “Lucky so-and-so.” She’d always been a tidy person – but Shaun had not, and as she and Shaun shared a trailer… well, let’s just say that Shaun had used her powers to the best advantage on his areas whenever their mum was arriving for a spot cleanliness check. “Yeah, I think everybody is still quite chilled out,” she said, the lid of the arrow chest closing and automatically locking itself as the final swords took their place in their neat silver ranks. “Everyone will actually have to work today, though, so they’ll need to put their fingers out. Especially if they don’t want any more ‘accidents’ today…” Accidents. Or also known as broken bones, slashed skin, burns, endless amounts of violet and thunder-coloured bruises, temporary blind spots, mild electrocutions, and even one nicked artery – and increased blood pressure on Madeleine’s part, anyway. Increased blood pressure, and increased pink injury forms, that took hours to be filled out, even though there was never any lasting damage, thanks to healing. If that power didn’t exist, she probably would have gone into cardiac arrest long before that. “I wish I’d started you all on drill,” she laughed. “It’d be fun to see their faces if they had to do that this morning, after being so lazy all this holiday.” Of course, there were always the ones ready to leap into things – armed either with adrenaline, caffeine, or in Russ’ case, a dose of nicotine. But just imagining the universal groan made her smile, shaking her head and checking the mess was all carefully restored to its usual place. Hang on, there was a sword missing, just there. The one with the emerald eyed snake twisted around the hilt… “Looking for something?” She turned, grinning at the newly shirt-clad Russ, holding the sword out to her, green-eyed serpent staring at her. “Good boy.” He frowned at that. “Never say that again.” Madeleine laughed, and smiled over at Lynn. “I don’t know if you guys have met, but Lynn, this is Russ Ford, Russ, this is Lyndsey Delaney. You two are going to be working with each other today, actually, so it’s good that you came over.”
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Jul 21, 2008 21:51:01 GMT
Post by The Delaney Twins on Jul 21, 2008 21:51:01 GMT
Lynn raised an eyebrow. "I haven't had the pleasure yet, no." So this was the infamous Russ Ford. She hadn't met him before in person, but that being said, she was fairly aware of his (insert conspicuous throat clearing) activities in Orchid. She doubted that there was a single female member of this school who hadn't heard of him. In a few short months he'd taken the entire place by storm. It was a little frightening, really. She'd tried to avoid the hysteria that had come over her fellow women, gracelessly exiting any conversation in which he featured. It wasn't right for one man to be the cause of that much hype. But apparently she had been wrong in assuming that they had been exaggerating. This guy... "wow" was really the only appropriate word for it. He was probably single-handedly the most attractive man that Lynn had ever seen in real life. Attractive, not handsome. He looked too intimidating to be called handsome. His dark eyes and dark hair combined with his pretty impressive muscles managed to give him the impression of towering over her, even though the real difference was probably only a few inches. She supposed that most girls would feel unsettled by being in such close proximity with a man who had both Russ's infamous deeds under his belt and those looks that clearly screamed 'out of your league' at her, but luckily for her, Lynn wasn't like most girls. Her survival instincts were probably screwed up, come to think of it. She would have felt more daunted by an innocent guy who had a level of attractiveness more appropriate to her own - there would have been that expectation, that awkward sense of obligation that two equal-looking teenagers of the opposite sex always have, and that would have thrown her. Well, not for long. The Delaneys had a reputation for being... confident. But still. She didn't have a chance with him, and, perversely, that made her feel more at ease than any amount of introductions ever would. She bounded forward, holding out a hand. "But your reputation precedes you," she said, smiling widely. "You two are cousins, right?" she asked, and looked over at Madeleine. "Sorry, I'm afraid you heads are Orchid's own little celebrities. We nobodies know all your business."
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Jul 22, 2008 13:20:29 GMT
Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jul 22, 2008 13:20:29 GMT
Lyndsey?! Now, Russ didn’t know this girl personally, but he could have sworn her name was ‘Sally’. He’d seen her in the corridors, with the guy with the purple eyes – and he definitely called her Sally… right? No, that was right. He’d heard him. This wasn’t just him being bad with names, again. “Pleasure’s mine, Miss Delaney,” he said, avoiding confusion as he shook ‘Lyndsey’s’ hand, smiling. Yes, he’d definitely seen this girl around with the purple-eyed man – her brother, possibly. And she usually came into training with Arihant the Asbestos Warrior, didn’t she? He remembered the freckles that were smattered across the bridge of her nose – not because they were extremely noticeable, or anything; it was the fact that she didn’t apply loads of caked-on make-up to try (and fail) to cover them up, which set her apart from the other girls he’d met at the time. Russ may be unobservant at the best of times, but it was hard not to notice when a girl came to Battle Training with three layers of foundation on. It didn’t turn out too well. She was in his year as well, he knew that. Sally/Lyndsey was one of the few girls in his year that he’d yet to talk to… Well, opportunity had just presented itself, right? “Unfortunately,” Madeleine answered her, with an exaggerated sigh, her face becoming mock-mournful – but her eyes were sharp and seemed to be trying to give Russ a warning. “If he wasn’t my cousin, I’d be able to ignore him.” Warning? What was she trying to tell him? Russ laughed at her expression. “Nah, you wouldn’t. I’d still be here.” “I just wouldn’t have to put up with you twenty-four-seven. I might actually get a minute’s peace.” He turned to Sally/Lyndsey with a rueful smirk. “She says that, yet I never bother her. She’s the one who starts it.” Madeleine grimaced, closing a door inside the store. “Didn’t anyone tell you that ladies do not start fights; they merely finish them?” “Sounds about right… Maddox.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry I paired you with him today, Lynn, honestly. It’s nothing personal.” “Christ, I’m not that bad,” he retorted.
Yes, he was. Madeleine had been wary about pairing Russ with a female; she usually pitted him against another guy, because at least Russ couldn’t flirt furiously with a boy. But eventually, she’d decided that Lynn was sensible enough to see through him, and it might even do Russ some good to work with a girl who was able to beat him in combat. When she’d turned into his mother, she wasn’t quite sure. But it became pretty evident to her when Russ opened his mouth and said “Pleasure’s mine, Miss Delaney”, Madeleine’s warnings on restraining himself from flirting without Warriors were, once again, going out of the window. “Yes, you are,” she answered. “Now, do everyone a favour, and behave yourself, right?” He didn’t even bother responding, he just rolled his eyes. Giving up momentarily, Madeleine turned to Lynn again. “So, what else does everyone in the school know about me, that I might not realise? Aside from my relationship with this idiot, of course." Russ whistled. "Harsh."
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Jul 22, 2008 15:39:28 GMT
Post by The Delaney Twins on Jul 22, 2008 15:39:28 GMT
ooc: See, I lie to my family about having emails to send so I can reply to Russ XD What a special boy
Something about Madeleine and Russ's interaction with each other reminded Lynn so irresistably of herself and Kennedy that she had to choke back a laugh. It was probably the 'idiot cousin' thing. After all, that was just one generation away from being 'idiot brother', wasn't it? And she'd certainly have fun if this session introduced any more parallels between Russ and Kennedy himself. There was the 'she started it', and then the 'Maddox' thing - that could well have been Madeleine's 'Sally', couldn't it? Speaking of which, now that she thought about it, he hadn't called her Lyndsey either. She sighed inwardly. She really had no idea what was so offensive about the name 'Lynn'. Just one simple syllable, was it really too much to ask? It may not have been the most florid or the prettiest name, but it was certainly better than 'Sally' and less of a mouthful than 'Miss Delaney.' "Well, I have a feeling a lot of it might just be speculation," she said to Madeleine. "And I'm not really in the head-gossip loop, but there are definitely some things that everyone knows. Like... Hmm. There's always the fact that just about every Warrior can quote every injury you've obtained in battle since you became Head." She laughed. "I realise how stalkerish that sounds, but don't worry, it's just 'cause we love you." She thought for a moment. "Then, when you came along," she nodded at Russ, then turned back to her head, "we found out that you're a gypsy - and please, don't even get me started on that. Words cannot fully describe my jealousy on that point. And, of course, there's the fact that you're marrying Lee the chess champ: I'm certain that absolutely everyone knows that one, seeing as it technically involves two of the heads." Then her smile grew apologetic. "And finally - well, I'm sorry. I'm afraid word has spread about Mocha the demon-cat."
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Jul 22, 2008 17:25:47 GMT
Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jul 22, 2008 17:25:47 GMT
Russ started to laugh at that; his real laugh, with his head leaning back in mirth and a light going on in his jet eyes. Madeleine, however, was scowling slightly. "That's his fault," she responded, nodding towards Russ. "She's not really a demon cat, Russ is just biased because he's allergic." "You kiddin'?" Russ chuckled. "That thing is Satan's spawn." Even Jake was scared of it; and Jake wasn't scared of anything. For Chrissake, when a Bernese Mountain dog was scared shítless of a tiny tabby cat, you'd know that something must be wrong. "Liar," Madeleine said, smiling gently, but shaking her head. "Anyway, I think everyone's in now, so I'd better get started. I'll leave you two to make your own introductions, then..." The look she was giving him as she left gave a clear message this time: don't you dare- Aw, crap. He'd been going to ask Madel what this girls name was. Now he was going to have to... Right. Balls. He turned slightly desperately to the copper-haired girl in front of him. "Sorry, I know this must seem strange, but... what is your name? I know Madel just called you Lyndsey, but I'd always heard you called Sally before, see, so I'm... a bit confused," he said, shooting a smile at her. Hopefully she'd appreciate it. Usually he wouldn't bother asking names and just make a mistake later, but Madel was really starting to lay into him about that.
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Jul 22, 2008 20:35:33 GMT
Post by The Delaney Twins on Jul 22, 2008 20:35:33 GMT
Lynn's smile faltered, and she held up a finger as she said, "Sorry, excuse me just one second." Russ blurred out of her vision as she focused on the waves that radiated in the background. It was strange for her in that aspect. Kennedy told her that he saw his waves in perfect focus with the rest of the world at all times, but for Lynn, it was like there were two different layers of reality. She could only focus on one at the time. Maybe that was why her eyes went so dark when she did this. She quickly twisted her waves into the proper arrangements and sent them over to the library - there were always benefits in memorising your scatterbrain brother's timetable for him. Kennedy, you gelatinous nitwit, I swear, when I get ahold of you I'm going to wear your intestines as a scarf. The answering message came quickly, but she stopped focusing before she was able to get any more of it than, Wait, what? The multicoloured strands faded back into their usual dullness in the background, and she focused back on Russ. She felt a little bad for that - if he'd claimed to be confused before, he would definitely be by now - but it had to be done. "Sorry," she said again, and she rebolstered her smile. "Listen, when you say you'd heard me called Sally before, who was it you heard calling me? Was he... well, purple eyes, about your height, big black coat...?" For her brother's sake, she certainly hoped so. If she found out that other people were calling her Sally... Well. She'd be forced to make sure that he wasn't capable of calling her anything for much longer.
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Jul 23, 2008 10:57:17 GMT
Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jul 23, 2008 10:57:17 GMT
Russ frowned as Sally's eyes focused on something behind him, turning darker and darker, as though she was being taken somewhere else - far away from here. Was she meaning to do this? Was she alright? He turned around, but there was nothing there to focus on, before looking around at the others slightly awkwardly, tapping his foot as Sally was 'out of it'. "So..." he muttered, glancing back at her, waving a hand slightly in front of her face. Maybe the upside of her being elsewhere was that, although it left him not knowing what the hell he was supposed to do, was that he could study her. Looking at her, she was prettier than he'd first thought. Her copper-tinted hair was long - when it was down it would reach past her shoulder blades - and shiny, her face was open and sunny, and she had really nice eyes (even though their focus on something else was weirding him out a little). The nice thing was that she felt secure enough about it to not bother trying to enhance or cover anything with copious amounts of make-up. And those freckles were really cute close up. But... um... what the hell was she looking at behind him? Her eyes were focusing back on him now, so he smiled tentatively at her. She smiled brightly at him. "Sorry - listen, when you say you'd heard me called Sally before, who was it you heard calling me? Was he... well, purple eyes, about your height, big black coat...?" "Um, yeah," he said, grinning back. "Boyfriend?" Madel would call it "testing the water".
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Jul 23, 2008 15:07:12 GMT
Post by The Delaney Twins on Jul 23, 2008 15:07:12 GMT
Yeah, that smile was the smile of a deeply confused man. She didn't blame him. She did look kind of... out of it when she used her power, to put it lightly, and it was difficult to remember that most people just saw her as being almost completely catatonic when she used it while standing still like that. She liked to think it looked a lot scarier when she was fighting with it, though - the completely blank expression must look a lot more disturbing when being used by someone who was (more often than not) kicking your ass. Then again, she usually had to go all metalloid when she was fighting, so she guessed that the creepy element would probably be all tied up by that aspect. "Um, yeah," he said, seeming to recover himself somewhat. Lynn felt kind of perversely proud for having managed to freak out Russ Ford - if the stories were true, that didn't happen all too often. "Boyfriend?" And she promptly burst out laughing. She pressed her hand to her mouth, trying to hold the giggles back in, but it didn't work remarkably well. It took her a couple of seconds to get her breathing back under control. Kennedy... He thought that Kennedy was her boyfriend. That was the sort of thing that could easily make a girl freak out. Lynn, however, was mad enough to go into hysterics at the stuff that made weaker women sick to the stomach. "No," she said, laughter still evident in her voice. "No, I'd like to think I could do better than Kennedy, even if he wasn't my brother." Then she realised that she still needed to explain, and shrugged. "He's the only person who calls me 'Sally', and that's not for lack of me doing just about anything I can to get him to stop. I prefer 'Lynn.' Plain but functional.''
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Jul 23, 2008 18:18:27 GMT
Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jul 23, 2008 18:18:27 GMT
Right the first time, then. Russ grinned at her laughter. At least she hadn't shuddered, or anything. "Oh, right. Sorry 'bout that, then." So it was Lyndsey. Ballsit. He was never going to remember that. "I'm going to have to apologise in advance," he said, shooting another smile at her. "You're kind of already in my head as 'Sally', and I've never been good with names, so if I, uh, slip up, apologies." He didn't even know if there was any point in trying to get it right. He never did, so it might just be safer to stick with something that was kind of half-correct. Hence why he insisted that there wasn't anything really wrong with calling Hannah 'Holly'. Sure, it would have been better to get it right, but it was close, right? At least they alliterated. He didn't have that excuse for the Amy-Charlotte thing. But come on, she looked like a Charlotte! It was harder to get away with it here. He'd been naming people by the wrong names for years, it was normal. The thing was, because he'd kept moving, each time it was just another "one-off". Here... well, Sally - no, Lynn - had said it all. He was gaining a ‘reputation’. He had to grin at that.
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Jul 23, 2008 21:56:31 GMT
Post by The Delaney Twins on Jul 23, 2008 21:56:31 GMT
OK. Great. She couldn't really blame him, she guessed. It wasn't normal for people to have two names, after all, and her idiot brother was certainly loud enough for there to be a reasonable level of confusion about which one was her actual name. She couldn't get mad at Russ for something that was completely Kennedy's fault. "That's OK, it's not your fault if you get confused," she said. "In fact, tellya what. I'll give Kennedy a thump up the face every time you call me Sally, and then everybody wins!" She thought about that for a second. "Well... I win, anyway, and that's all that really matters." She smiled brightly. She'd never claimed to be very logical, after all. It wasn't exactly one of her battle strengths - she'd always kind of depended on the brute force of her explosions rather than actual subtlety. And then, when that failed (which was more rare than one would imagine; after all, it wasn't like she hadn't been trained to use it properly) she had one of there equally crude escape options. She could blind them by shining - she was particularly glad to see that power getting a proper mention in a film that she'd seen last year - she could deafen them, or she could act as if something had gone dreadfully wrong with her power and melt into a pool of metal on the ground. She didn't like the dramatics of that one as much as her brother would have. Actually, come to mention it... "So, Russ, do you know why we've been paired..." She trailed off as she heard the other warriors start to quiet down. Glancing across at them, she saw them turning towards Madeleine and realised that battle training had now officially commenced. "Looks like I spoke too soon," she whispered, looking back at him. She pressed a finger to her lips. "Silence in the courtyard."
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Jul 24, 2008 10:30:16 GMT
Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jul 24, 2008 10:30:16 GMT
"I like that way of thinking," Russ laughed. "He might get more punches than he deserves, though." But Madeleine was now about to talk, and the entire training room was shutting up. Lynn raised a finger to her lips, saying, "Looks like I spoke too soon. Silence in the courtyard." He grinned at the reminder of that old children's game, and leaned back against the door frame, and turning to face Madeleine up on the stage, but keeping one eye looking at Lynn. "Okay, guys, today, you're going to be pitted off against people with a power the same as or silmilar to yours. Obviously some of you are unable to spar against each other without killing each other, so you're just going to competitively practice. Seeing as there are so many of you, I have notes-" she gestured at a pile of paper sitting on her desk "- and these will tell you who you're paired with, and what you're doing." The small white notes immediately lifted and started to shoot out across the room to their owners. One shot towards Russ like a bullet, which he caught with one open hand and opened it.
"Russ, you're paired with Lyndsey Delaney. Please don't try and blow each other up, you're going to be aiming at targets and spar against each other lightly. Nothing more major than a first degree burn, please. Your equipment is over in the far left hand corner from the door.
P.S. Behave."
Madeleine was speaking again. "Right, you have your instructions. Use a bit of initiative and get going." Talk started to babble up again as peeple tried to find their partners. Russ closed up the piece of peper and turned to Lynn again. "I guess that answers your question, then."
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Jul 24, 2008 19:50:58 GMT
Post by The Delaney Twins on Jul 24, 2008 19:50:58 GMT
Lynn was made extremely curious by what Madeleine had said. A power the same as or similar to your own. Immediately she started trying to figure out what Russ had that was the same as her own. She didn't really do very well. She could work out pretty easily that chances were that none of their powers were the same - he would have been in the same classes (or if not her classes, at least the same exams) if he'd had any of her powers, and she was certain that even without taking into consideration Russ's infamous activities she would have noticed him being in her class. Looks like that didn't lend themselves well to inconspicuousness. So if they weren't the same, that left 'similar.' She missed catching the piece of paper that flew out of them, she was thinking so hard, but luckily for her Russ was paying a good deal more attention than she was. She stood on her tiptoes and leant towards him, trying to see what was written down. She figured it out once she got to the words Please don't blow each other up. As she grinned up at him excitedly he turned to her and said, "I guess that answers your question, then." "I guess it does," she said, and she pulled her hair more tightly into its ponytail. Tendrils of it were beginning to shake loose, and she didn't really have much of a desire to singe it doing this. It was firey stuff. "You're an explosionist, too?" she asked, comfortably using the nonsensical word that she had made when she was nine years old. "That's great! How does your power work?" It was really so much more interesting than any other power, she thought. Controlling water was always controlling water, burning people was fairly limited to fire and electricity, brute strength only really varied in power. But explosions... Now there was a wild card. There were so many possible ways to do it, each equally fascinating and equally deadly. She could tell that a few other people around the room had been paired up for the same sort of power - after all, blowing things up was a fairly useful power for a warrior to have. But she was glad she'd been put with Russ. It looked like this session was going to be a hell of a lot more fun than if she'd been stuck with Irena Matthews again.
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