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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Wings of Icarus   Wed Sep 27, 2017 9:12 pm


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Abalia

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There were many places in the world that Abalia had been, and many more that she had often envisioned herself seeing. Why, it was only just a few short days ago that she had been all the way in Italy, and that had certainly been quite the day. However, that trek was, all things considered, rather less remarkable than the one she was currently on. The middle of the African savanna was, frankly, not where she had seen herself today, but it was perfectly acceptable.

Listening intently to Hayden's words, Abalia did her best to wrap her head around what was, all things considered, a fairly foreign concept. The idea that the body could become so connected to the Earth in such a way, or that such an ability could come from that connection, was peculiar to say the least. “I will do my best in this, sir.” She looked out at the wide horizon before her, and as she did removed her coat. That would certainly not be necessary out here, and in all likelihood she was probably too overdressed in the first place. Nevertheless, she would persevere, for she had been told to and, rather obviously, she had no intention of dying out here.

With no particular direction in mind, Abalia simply began to walk. She had no reason to go in any particular direction, and if that was the case, she saw little purpose in wasting any of her valuable time on thinking about such a pointless endeavor. “This way, sir.” She knew her place, of course, but he had been quite clear about the nature of this exercise. It was her moment,and she would achieve everything she could in it.



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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Wings of Icarus   Wed Oct 04, 2017 10:24 am


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Abalia

Artist: Miles Davis - Song: Génerique - Word Count: 432

This was all so...alien, to Abalia. She felt every bit out of place as the creatures that skittered away from her clearly considered her, but she knew that was simply something she needed to overcome, or rather, adapt to. She glanced back at Hayden as he spoke, and found herself studying him as she listened. He was in his element here, as if he scarcely even thought of this place as anything unusual.

Kneeling down, the silver-haired maiden removed a glove from her right hand and touched the earth below. She didn't think about it, didn't make any attempt to analyze it or force thoughts into her mind. She cleared her mind of any wayward thoughts, did her best to connect, and aftr a brief moment, found herself imitating Hayden, removing her boots and setting them aside without much thought.

The earth...what was it, both in itself and to her? How was she to attune herself to it in that very same way her liege seemed to so effortlessly? This was totally beyond her scope, but even so, she took a seat, closed her eyes, and simply listened. To most, it might have seemed as though she was doing nothing all, but it was anything but that to Abalia. She had opened every bit of her body and soul to the world around her, and she sought now any connection.

She sensed many things around her, then, and they were certainly not the sort of things that she often found herself thinking about. The wind blowing across the plains, the faintest movements of the grass around her, the slightest deviations in the layout of the ground below her, even the chittering and faint tapping of the insects that scurried about both above and below the dirt. Was this the connection she was supposed to be seeking out? She doubted that, but nevertheless she waited, and listened, for just a bit longer.

After a few more minutes in total silence, though it was anything but silent for her, Abalia stood once more, her eyes now filled with that fire and purpose that Hayden had seen before when they spoke of their shared dream. Where before she had simply committed to a direction, this time she felt an actual meaning to her every stride, a reason behind the decision she had made. She couldn't describe it, but it was definitely there, a profound drive, telling her that was most certainly the way to go. Perhaps it was nothing at all, but Abalia had no doubt in her mind that it most definitely was something.



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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Wings of Icarus   Mon Dec 18, 2017 9:52 pm


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This was...well, something of a problem, and Abalia knew it all too well. She watched as the creatures made their presence known, and carefully began to consider her options. If they attacked, she had a great deal of doubt that she would ever be able to genuinely fight them off. There was no hard evidence for this matter, and she had seen nothing to suggest they could kill her, but it was best to err on the side of caution, particularly when one was in a dangerous environment such as this. Placing violence off the table, then, she opted to instead consider alternatives, which would almost certainly have more success no matter how normally outlandish.

As she thought, however, she continued to walk forward, refusing to allow herself any sort of hesitation. Of course she was concerned for her well-being at present, only a fool would feel otherwise. But this was not a matter of self preservation, it was a matter of her obligations, her duty to Vastime to better herself for the sake of its protection. If she was injured here, or even perished, then so be it. Such was the way that the wheel of fate had turned for her, but she would hardly allow herself to say that she did not do her very best.

It was then that a thought occurred to her. As she walked, eyes forward and head held forward and proud, she collected herself internally, and prepared for the decision she had made. Mustering all the confidence within her, and strengthened by the knowledge that her king was present, Abalia spoke. It was not to anyone in particular, nor was it particularly meant to be. She knew that beasts responded to shows of force, and did not care to aggress upon one that seemed to be stronger than themselves. She was not, of course, stronger than them, but she would certainly do her best to convince them otherwise.

“Enough!”

It was sharp, short, and to the point. Abalia was, admittedly, faintly irritated at having to keep track of these creatures as she moved forward, and this had come through in her choice of words. Nevertheless, it was a bark of undeniable command, one which echoed across the plains for a short while and, to Abalia's slightest internal shame, startled even herself. She had not expected her voice to carry such weight, even having knowingly focused on that exact facet. Perhaps her king had influenced her more than she realized.



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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Wings of Icarus   Wed Jan 03, 2018 12:27 pm






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Artist: Origa - Song: Inner Universe - Word Count: 511

It seemed that every moment which passed just brought more and more trouble to the table for Abalia. As this clinging feeling of complete and total dread washed over her, it took every ounce of her willpower not to fall to the ground and simply cry, or scream in fear. But she knew that doing so would just get in the way of her duty, and so she took a single deep breath, thought back to what she had learned with Mirja, and cleared her mind of that fear. It would do her no good in this place, and anything which stood in the way of her duty was to be discarded, like the garbage it was.

Now, with a better presence of mind, Abalia slowly drew her zanpakuto. She knew that her mastery of it would hardly be as effective as she would like, but she had most certainly not simply given up on learned after her single session of training with Ryuzaki. No, she drilled herself every morning upon waking up, using that as simply another facet of her ever-growing training regimen. Though she found that she had less and less time for it in the mornings, she was rather exceptionally glad to have not abandoned the pursuit, for now it seemed that her efforts would be put to good use.

It was clear she would receive no assistance from her king against these foes. Well, to word it that way would be inaccurate. He was assisting in perhaps the best way she could have asked in this circumstance, considering that the foe he had focused on would undoubtedly be able to end her in a matter of seconds. Still, she could no longer focus on analyzing the situation. Her zanpakuto in hand, she took up her proper stance, hands placed perfectly on the hilt of her blade as she thought back to her training.

“I will not die here, when I still have yet to serve to my fullest.”

Perhaps it was a foolish thing to say, given the circumstances. It hardly meant anything to her current enemies, but Abalia took a certain comfort in speaking these words aloud and hearing them with her own ears. Her voice was filled with conviction, that much was true, even if inwardly she could feel the claws of fear tearing at her. This was, however, not the place for that. She considered taking a defensive approach, waiting for these creatures to attack her and working from there, but she could hardly say this felt right at the moment.

Instead, despite her lack of experience, or training, Abalia stepped forward, sword held firm, and swung cleanly, with as much strength as she could spare on a first strike toward the nearest Hollow. If she was to make an attempt to intimidate them, she would need more than merely confident words to cow these feral monsters. Of course, if her aggression did not frighten them,which she hardly expected it to, her strike was no feint, and would do the job quite handily.



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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: Wings of Icarus   Mon Jan 15, 2018 3:17 am