Ready for a fight...
Apr. 7th, 2012 11:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
knightexemplarNothing drained frustration from the body better than a valiant battle. Unfortunately, what Arturia was left with was neither valiant nor a battle. In fact, it looked a lot like a girl hitting a chair with the remnants of what had once been a standing lamp in the middle of what had been labeled the sparring room (though how it could be a sparring room without actual weapons left Arturia at a loss). The staves already in the room were not of an acceptable height to substitute a spear, hence why she had felt the need to destroy the lamp. If one was truly curious enough to check the adjacent recreational room, one might note that one of the high backed metal chairs and one of the tall standing lamps was missing.
The girl also just longed to hear metal clashing against metal. This wasn’t something she was going to achieve with the flimsy bamboo swords and practice dummies.
Furthermore, if the station felt the need to kidnap people, the former king felt no shame in destroying some of the tacky futurist furniture. As an aside, Arturia also felt that if the furniture wasn’t meant to be moved, someone should have secured it to the floor. Clearly it was inexpensive, considering how easily the high backed egg shaped seat had dented when it fell over. It hadn’t been too terribly heavy either and the girl probably scraped the floor directly outside the room when she’d dragged the chair over. That had actually been the easy part, taking the lamp apart had taken some skill.
As much as Arturia wanted to bash the lamp into the wall until the pieces she didn’t need shattered or fell out through the center of the pole, she relented. Instead she spent time unscrewing the shade, light bulb, lamp and base until all that remained was the 5 foot center pole. A fine makeshift practice spear, not her best weapon but it was far better than having nothing to vanquish that chair with.
That had been a few hours ago and Arturia had since taken her shoes off. Sweat had already soaked into the hooded jacket she wore (with that odd mobile thing in the pocket). She paused briefly to drop the jacket to the floor and wipe the sweat from her eyes with the back of her hand. This is exactly where she felt at home: fighting with a weapon in her hands.
Her movements were controlled and brutally efficient. Her knights were often surprised she didn’t utilize spears more often on the battlefield. With her short stature, they definitely gave her an edge over taller opponents but nothing felt more comfortable in her hands than a sword. Sir Ector had started her young in her training, knowing full well that she would eventually be king. She would often joke with Lancelot that she knew how to handle a sword before she learned to walk.
The thought of the Knight of the Lake brought a sad smile to her face. He had utterly destroyed himself because of her. Even their final battle in the grail war had been a right mess and had his master not fallen, Lancelot would have killed her. Fate was often cruel and that moment had solidified her resolve to erase her mistakes.
All this thinking and she still managed to attack her opponent. Sir ugly chair. She spun around hitting the base of the chair with the bottom shaft of her makeshift weapon; a loud clang filled the room as she turned again, this time going for the killing blow. “Hah!” She went in for a strait strike at the chair’s center, lifting it slightly. The chair was lifted off the ground a few inches before teetering backwards and rolling onto its side and sending the cushions scattering over the floor.
Her labored breathing was a clear indicator that the workout had been a good one. She surveyed the chair a moment, resting lightly on the pole. “Well, I feel you won’t be offending the living area any longer.”
Well, if this was the only opponent she would have, the woman might be doomed to perish of boredom.
The girl also just longed to hear metal clashing against metal. This wasn’t something she was going to achieve with the flimsy bamboo swords and practice dummies.
Furthermore, if the station felt the need to kidnap people, the former king felt no shame in destroying some of the tacky futurist furniture. As an aside, Arturia also felt that if the furniture wasn’t meant to be moved, someone should have secured it to the floor. Clearly it was inexpensive, considering how easily the high backed egg shaped seat had dented when it fell over. It hadn’t been too terribly heavy either and the girl probably scraped the floor directly outside the room when she’d dragged the chair over. That had actually been the easy part, taking the lamp apart had taken some skill.
As much as Arturia wanted to bash the lamp into the wall until the pieces she didn’t need shattered or fell out through the center of the pole, she relented. Instead she spent time unscrewing the shade, light bulb, lamp and base until all that remained was the 5 foot center pole. A fine makeshift practice spear, not her best weapon but it was far better than having nothing to vanquish that chair with.
That had been a few hours ago and Arturia had since taken her shoes off. Sweat had already soaked into the hooded jacket she wore (with that odd mobile thing in the pocket). She paused briefly to drop the jacket to the floor and wipe the sweat from her eyes with the back of her hand. This is exactly where she felt at home: fighting with a weapon in her hands.
Her movements were controlled and brutally efficient. Her knights were often surprised she didn’t utilize spears more often on the battlefield. With her short stature, they definitely gave her an edge over taller opponents but nothing felt more comfortable in her hands than a sword. Sir Ector had started her young in her training, knowing full well that she would eventually be king. She would often joke with Lancelot that she knew how to handle a sword before she learned to walk.
The thought of the Knight of the Lake brought a sad smile to her face. He had utterly destroyed himself because of her. Even their final battle in the grail war had been a right mess and had his master not fallen, Lancelot would have killed her. Fate was often cruel and that moment had solidified her resolve to erase her mistakes.
All this thinking and she still managed to attack her opponent. Sir ugly chair. She spun around hitting the base of the chair with the bottom shaft of her makeshift weapon; a loud clang filled the room as she turned again, this time going for the killing blow. “Hah!” She went in for a strait strike at the chair’s center, lifting it slightly. The chair was lifted off the ground a few inches before teetering backwards and rolling onto its side and sending the cushions scattering over the floor.
Her labored breathing was a clear indicator that the workout had been a good one. She surveyed the chair a moment, resting lightly on the pole. “Well, I feel you won’t be offending the living area any longer.”
Well, if this was the only opponent she would have, the woman might be doomed to perish of boredom.
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Date: 2012-04-10 02:39 pm (UTC)“Even if that was something I could change, it would destroy my country.” Her lips pursed into a thin line, her people didn’t trust her any longer. The cold and distant king was too far from her people, she didn’t understand them, and she didn’t understand their suffering. These were their feelings and this is why they had turned away from her and to Mordred. It didn’t matter that the claims were false. “I do not regret my decisions as king, my country is far more important than my own happiness,” she waved a hand as if to brush the situation off as nothing, the forced smile touching her features betrayed that it was more than nothing.
She changed the topic away from her past, focusing on the communicator and when she arrived to train. “I am usually here when I arise. I suppose an exact time will be easier to determine with this,” she motioned to the communicator.
Attentive to Shepard’s instructions, Arturia proved that she could also be an excellent student. She asked pointed questions when she didn’t understand. It seemed easy enough to use, though she couldn’t quite grasp why anyone would spend time playing games on the device. It seemed a waste of time.
“I think I understand, thank you,” a beat, “Why would one play games on this? It seems a right waste of time?”
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Date: 2012-04-10 02:56 pm (UTC)"When you get here tomorrow, send me a message," she says. The blonde's first homework assignment. "I'll come."
And to answer Arturia's questions regarding games...
"It's just some way to blow time. After awhile, things are going to get pretty boring aboard the Prosperina. There seems to be a lot to do at first, but after a few weeks, things get old fast." Shepard wasn't particularly fond of games, but playing Pac-Man or Snake was a good way to blow a few minutes while she was waiting for Bashir to arrive for breakfast or settling down for a night of sleep.
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Date: 2012-04-11 02:59 am (UTC)“Hm,” that still seemed like a waste of time, “are there not books available here?” She did much prefer reading to anything else when she had idle time. She draped her jacket over her shoulder before picking up her makeshift spear. She should probably move that chair back into the other room. Perhaps someone would assume the dents and holes in the cushions held some kind of aesthetic value.
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Date: 2012-04-11 04:13 am (UTC)"There's a library of books here," she says, tapping on it. "You should be able to find what you're looking for with just a search." So long as the communicators did not prove as flaky as the replicators.
"You reading something interesting when you were transported here?" she asks, snapping the communicator shut again.
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Date: 2012-04-11 05:05 am (UTC)“Well, it seems they have thought of everything with this little contraption. I suppose this saves space in the long run,” though the little device was missing that familiar smell books had. It was old and rich and utterly irreplaceable. Societies utilizing technology like this would miss half of the experience.
The mention of the replicators brought a frown to her face instantly, “I am unsure as to why the food dispensers are called replicators but I assure you that it isn’t replicating anything edible on a consistent basis.” That appliance had become the bane of her existence, maybe this was actually hell.
“Ah!” her expression brightened with the mention of reading. She had loved reading back in Camelot and the habit continued when she was pulled into the modern era and left to her own devices. “Yes, I was reading the Odyssey,” coincidentally it wasn’t a book she would have read in her time but it was one she had enjoyed none the less and she was pulled away before she could finish it. It was silly to enjoy something so simple but it was a story Arturia appreciated.
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Date: 2012-04-11 02:47 pm (UTC)She wasn't sure that even Liara would have a theory on this.
"It's a good read," she says, stepping to her feet; her towel dangles over her shoulder. "If you need anything," she says, lifting the communicator up and tapping it with a single digit. "Message me."
Hopefully this wouldn't be impossible for Arturia.
And if Arturia doesn't have anything else to say, she makes her way towards the exit.
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Date: 2012-04-11 03:07 pm (UTC)Having decided that, yes, she did need to drag that chair back into the recreation room, she moved carefully over to the tacky seat.
"Fare thee well, Shepard," this said over her shoulder.
[Fin!]
(unless you had anything else!)
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Date: 2012-04-11 03:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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