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nysalogs2017-08-12 12:17 am
getoutofmytemple) wrote in nysalogs2017-08-12 12:17 am
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Who: Abelas (getoutofmytemple) & Angela Ziegler (valcurie)
What: A friendly spar with his One Friend
When: a week after this conversation.
Where: outskirts of the city
Warning(s): none atm
[As much as the walk through the city had not been unpleasant, Abelas was relieved to get into an open, less populated areas of the city. From there it wasn't difficult to find a suitable place for their little spar. Somewhere open, but with enough debris to make for suitable cover. Even if he was still dressed in what he considered his casual "civilian clothes", such meant a very different thing to one of a society as advanced as his. Gold trim offset the dark fabric of the finely crafted ensemble, and it likely looked too nice for one to be sparring with, but not to him. These may as well have been hand-me-downs to the ancient elf.
Finally satisfied he took a deep breath, and drew his staff with a little flourish to gather magic to it. He closed his eyes and just revelled in the familiar feeling. Even if it was not a true fight, it was familiar, and he would take such gifts whenever he could find them. After he let out a slow exhale he straightened up, holding the staff upright like it were a simply walking stick, despite the shimmer of flame and magic weaving about it.]
This seems to be a suitable enough place to me. What of you Lady Ziegler?
getoutofmytemple) & Angela Ziegler (valcurie) What: A friendly spar with his One Friend
When: a week after this conversation.
Where: outskirts of the city
Warning(s): none atm
[As much as the walk through the city had not been unpleasant, Abelas was relieved to get into an open, less populated areas of the city. From there it wasn't difficult to find a suitable place for their little spar. Somewhere open, but with enough debris to make for suitable cover. Even if he was still dressed in what he considered his casual "civilian clothes", such meant a very different thing to one of a society as advanced as his. Gold trim offset the dark fabric of the finely crafted ensemble, and it likely looked too nice for one to be sparring with, but not to him. These may as well have been hand-me-downs to the ancient elf.
Finally satisfied he took a deep breath, and drew his staff with a little flourish to gather magic to it. He closed his eyes and just revelled in the familiar feeling. Even if it was not a true fight, it was familiar, and he would take such gifts whenever he could find them. After he let out a slow exhale he straightened up, holding the staff upright like it were a simply walking stick, despite the shimmer of flame and magic weaving about it.]
This seems to be a suitable enough place to me. What of you Lady Ziegler?