After Hours Bootcamp 【Open/Anyone】

[Valkyrie Rockabella]

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[classy=postingbg]AS ABRUPTLY AS SHE HAD STARTED RUNNING SHE SEEMED TO STOP. SWEATY PALMS GRABBED AT THE THIN MESH OF SWEATPANTS, HER HEAD DOWNCAST AS IF READY TO THROW UP YESTERDAYS’ LUNCH, LEGS BENT IN A HALF CROUCH. SHE BEGAN TO PANT INSESENTLY, REMINICIENT OF A DOG. TRAINING NEVER TRULY ENDED. At one point her brutal exercise routine was cemented into her head like clockwork; it wasn’t unusual to find Valkyrie Rockabella out on the track rather than in her dorm studying, training at the open pavilion instead of chatting with friends. Like most habits, people, ideas, and dreams they all must come to an end at some point. Slowly the commonplace pastime of meeting down on the track with bottled water and her demon sword wasn’t so commonplace anymore. Missions, family, duties. Each were hurdles on the track that she had to jump over to even cram in a half-hour to come visit her usual spot. Surely enough, some day she would trip over one of those hurdles and be unable to visit this place again. Yet here she was, on the same track she had run on years ago. The ground, the air, the atmosphere; it was surreal just how akin everything was to how things were back then. By now the girl had stopped panting like a malnourished pup, and raised her head to look out the window and into night sky. Stars. The brilliant masses of hydrogen and helium shone vibrantly in the soup bowl that was the sky. The twinkling diamonds were almost ethereal in the dark blue space, an eternal canvas on which God had painted. ‘How silly.’ Bella shook her head for day dreaming (or night dreaming as it were), her old sweats rubbing against each other creating the iconic “swooshing” the thin nylon was known for. Pants and sleeves effectively rolled up she took off again around the track, only stopping until she was back where she had begun. Her time was slowly getting to what it used to be, but it still wasn’t put to par with the standards she had held herself by all those years ago. Her thirst for a good run sated she walked back over to a bleacher she had set her blade down on. So light it was in her palms, she would almost forget it was in her hands. A few paces ahead of her were the practice dummies worn down by the number of exorcist who had bludgeoned it with swords and knives. She was square in front of one the dummies now, not to close yet not too far; but barely an arm’s length away. Her hands were much cooler now in contrast then when she was running earlier; left hand firmly grasping the sword. As quickly as she had placed her hand on the hilt of the blade a large nick, centered in the crook on her opponent’s neck was made. Agility and speed was this girl’s game: anyone unskilled in the art of swordsmanship would have thought she hadn’t even taken her hand off the blade; her drawn was just too quick. “Still got it.” A soft chuckle. It would fade even quicker than her attack. If she was being serious this wasn’t a real opponent, a worthy foe for the likes of her. She relished the heat of a fight, the clash and clang of two blades against each other. Valkyrie turned back now, looking as if too exit the building. She scratched the back of her head in deep thought about something else, nothing in particular. But if she was being honest a small part of her brain was still focused on that dummy. It didn’t even come close to the real deal. [/classy]	[atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=style, background: #dcdcdc;][classy=notesbg][STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; line-height: 25px;]NOTES[/style] NOTES: tba [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; line-height: 25px;]WORDS[/style] 623. [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; line-height: 25px;]TAGS[/style] none; [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; line-height: 25px;]CREDIT[/style] [STYLE=font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase;]BY jumpstart! of btn and ote[/style][/classy]
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[DANIELLE DUNESWORTH]

She'd thought of training. She really did. Why else would Danielle Dunesworth be huddled behind a pillar in a shadowy corner of the athletic complex at Trus Cross? Being the un-athletic second year that she was, the exwire had thought to come and remedy her weakness away from the prying eyes of her schoolmates. A wistful ambition, perhaps, but the little chat she'd had with her old friend, Thane, had sparked the drive to at least try to get her physical abilities up to scratch.

It was unfortunate that she had arrived at the complex only to find that she hadn't been the only one with track-training in mind. She'd recognized the woman at once, however. It was one of the exorcists present at the incident on the bridge the other day. A knight, she had gathered. And from Valkyrie's display with her sword, Dani held no doubts about what the professional's meister was. It was... mesmerizing, she thought, as she continued to peep from her hiding place. It didn't bother her that Valkyrie had, at one point, hunched over from tiredness (it was something that happened all the time to Dani), but that last strike with her sword had been practically invisible. Yet, even from this distance, Dani could spot the gash that the exorcist had made in the dummy.

But of course, a girl who barely survived physical combat class could hardly hope to accomplish something so... physical. Still, a girl could dream, she supposed. Eep~ Dani almost cried aloud as the moon came out from behind the clouds, suddenly illuminating her golden-blonde hair. She wasn't sure if she had ducked into the shadows quickly enough for her to escape Valkyrie's notice, but she wasn't about to run away; a feat that was sure to gain her unwanted attention. Instead, the petite exwire resigned herself to sitting in the shadow of the pillar with her hands clasped tightly over her mouth.

[Valkyrie Rockabella]

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[classy=postingbg]SHE WASN’T OBLIVIOUS TO THE FACT SOMEONE ELSE HAD JOINED HER TRAINING SESSION. HOWEVER BELLA DECIEDED TO IGNORE THE INTRUDER. FOR NOW. Moonlight crested the top of the clouds, like a child rising out of its dark blankets. The illumination the asteroid brought with it was piercing white, truly a diamond in the sky. “Maledizione si sta facendo tardi, God damn it’s getting late.” What little Italian the girl knew mostly consisted of curse words, but it would suffice to accurately describe the time in her home tongue. She walked back to the bleachers, seemingly unaware of the dandelion patch of hair glowing behind one of the pillars. Her pace was languid and dreary, but was still natural and didn’t give the impression of it being scripted. If anything it just looked as if she was extremely tired after practicing. Which wasn’t exactly a lie. Grabbing one of the many bottles of water off the bleacher she chugged one down in a few moments, one swig, and then two. A forearm would rise to her mouth, wiping away what little liquid was left. Val gave a sideways glance over to the pillar where her prowler was located; a long sigh escaped her mouth echoing throughout the gazebo. She knew it was probably just a student taken the wrong way on the campus (it was pretty confusing even when she was there, or maybe that was just her) and spotted Val exercising down here. To extend a testament of good faith Valkyrie placed her sword down on the ground, scooting it under the bleachers. She would sit down, the metal seat chilling her bottom. Being loud was another skill that just came naturally and was extremely handy for any occasion. Val spoke loud enough to be heard behind the newcomer’s encampment. “I’m unarmed; there’s no need to stand in the shadows. Believe me when I say my growl is much worse than my bite.” It was her best attempt at making the intruder feel less threatened. She started to absentmindedly chew on her right thumb’s nail, a bad habit she would commence whenever she was waiting for something. And Valkyrie Rockabella was terrible at waiting. nd Valkyrie Rockabella was terrible at waiting. [/classy]	[atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=style, background: #dcdcdc;][classy=notesbg][STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; line-height: 25px;]NOTES[/style] NOTES: yay for posting within a day of a reply. [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; line-height: 25px;]WORDS[/style] 364. [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; line-height: 25px;]TAGS[/style] none; [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; line-height: 25px;]CREDIT[/style] [STYLE=font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase;]BY jumpstart! of btn and ote[/style][/classy]
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[DANIELLE DUNESWORTH]

Without really trying to understand why (which was quite rare for the tamer), Dani found herself feeling extremely nervous in the presence of this almost-stranger. She'd been spotted, she was almost sure. Why else would Valkyrie be moving back to the bleachers at this exact moment? To the set of bleachers closest to where Dani hid, in fact. A very feral sense of urgency had the exwire's breath hitching in her throat while she instinctively ducked her head in between her shoulders.

She heard the sound of metal sliding against concrete before the other spoke, assuring her that it was, more or less, safe to come out of hiding. Yet, strangely enough, the words prompted the need to hide further, perhaps slink into the shadows and somehow make it back to her dorms. But that wasn't her. She had never been one to run away. Besides, it wasn't as though this wasn't some demon beckoning but an exorcist; an ally.

"I wouldn't say you're unarmed, even without your sword," she said pointedly, her voice bearing the slightest hint of her bashfulness as she stepped away from the protection of the pillar. Her sapphire eyes, rendered onyx in the lack of light, flicked first at the weapon peeping from the bars that made up the seats and then at its wielder. She bit her bottom lip. "It... wasn't really my intention to spy," she said. It was the truth, really, though she would never have dreamed of starting her intended training until she was certain that she was alone. "But your swordsmanship is commendable." She stood with her hand touching lightly to the pillar, still unsure if she should approach the knight.

[ooc: |D inner Dani: *A*]

[Valkyrie Rockabella]

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[classy=postingbg]VALKYRIE’S EYES WANDERED TO HER SPLAYED PALMS AS IF TO QUESTION WHEATHER THEY HELD A CONCEALED WEAPON. VAL? SCARY? WELL, MAYBE A LITTLE. Moonlight fleeted back into the crevice of clouds, an ominous look overtaking the pillar and its concealed marauder. If anyone should have been inclined to feel frightened it should have been Bella rather than the prowler; the girl did seem genuinely cautious and tentative to approach Valkyrie however. Physically, there was nothing foreboding or intimidating about Val, but many who knew her remembered her unruly attitude and poignant words than facial features. These sorts of situations required delicacy and patience, little of which Bella possessed. Valkyrie’s usually method for handling problems was to state cold, hard, analytical facts; those usually set her mind at ease. Something along the lines of: Even if I did kill you, you seem like one of those girls that like to make a ruckus before they go out. I’d probably get caught by one of the students and they’d issue a manhunt for me, right? On the slim chance that I do escape the campus (she may even count off a few percentages just to sound sharp and rational) maybe your boyfriend would hold a grudge against me for your untimely demise and he would track me down? Either way you could rest assured in the afterlife you were properly avenged. No, no, no. Just no. What Bella needed to give the girl were consoling and reassuring promises, heartfelt words that would encourage her to step away from the protection and solitude of the column. Valkyrie would scrunch her head in deep though, trying to grasp at words that would assure the student she wasn't going to be harmed. While she thought of what to say thick, swollen clouds like cheesecake parted as if they were the Red Sea, revealing the cratered face of the moon and its paralyzing sunlight. The full moon’s white rays shifted on Valkyrie instead of her masked intruder this time. It was like stage light; God flinging open the curtains before she was ready to perform and whisking the camera on her. Whether she was ready or not, Valkyrie’s body did something she couldn’t control (not yet at least) and had gotten her into trouble time and time again. Her left eye glowed. Suddenly that murky blue eye wasn’t so foggy. It was now a vibrant cerulean blue; you could even describe the light as a pulsating flame. Val was aware it would happen even before it started; a lightheadedness usually took over, and her stomach churned without notice. “Fottere! Fuck!” Bella clasped her left hand over her eye, even turning around on the bleachers so the girl couldn't see her. The last thing she wanted was some sort of witch hunt on her head if the stranger started associating the color with a very different one. Besides hating to go through the long story of how her eye started to glow Bella was generally self-conscious when her eye started to kindle. She felt like a freak, a flashlight even. It was embarrassing to say the least. She quickly coughed a couple of times to throw a cover. “Sorry! The damn dust in here is terrible. Allergies, y’know?” A terrible attempt at hiding it, she knew. In reality many of the faculty at the school knew about her ‘condition’ and thought nothing of it. But she might have to eliminate the girl if she started spreading rumors she was related to Satan or something. [/classy]	[atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=style, background: #dcdcdc;][classy=notesbg][STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; line-height: 25px;]NOTES[/style] NOTES: asdfghjkl; mother took laptop yesterday. gomenasai! and ovo; i'm sure she won't kill beat bludgeon harm dani. i think? @_@ EDITTTTT: I changed the colors on that text for you love. <3 [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; line-height: 25px;]WORDS[/style] 580+ i lost count. ;D; [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; line-height: 25px;]TAGS[/style] none; [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; line-height: 25px;]CREDIT[/style] [STYLE=font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase;]BY jumpstart! of btn and ote[/style][/classy]
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[DANIELLE DUNESWORTH]

Being a tamer left one constantly aware of one's vulnerability. This was particularly true when one was entirely hopeless when it came to physically applying oneself. It was a sad fact that Danielle was about as adept at dodging bullets and swords as she was at avoiding Chaos' wind-blades should her familiar decide to turn on her. Which was to say, she wouldn't be able to. Period. Hence, it was no surprise that she had developed a cautious nature that was perhaps much more insightful and mature than her peers. Put simply, Dani did not rush into any situation without knowing that she had a good chance of coming away more or less unscathed.

Likely, there was no harm in approaching Valkyrie. After all, wasn't she an exorcist? Dani was an exorcist-to-be. That placed them one the same side, right? Not that the professional's words were comforting. Not in the least, she thought, grimacing inwardly. "Then I would save you the trouble of attempting to kill me," she said in reply. "As you can see, I mean you no harm. For what it's worth, I didn't quite take you for a murderer either." She had only come to train herself. By coincidence, she had run into Valkyrie and had decided (quite subconsciously) to watch. The young Brit had just never thought of herself as the most sociable of persons and thus, had an unfounded belief that people would rather her not be around. Sometimes...

It took just a little effort on her part not to gasp or flinch away at the flicker of blue flames that had appeared in Valkyrie's eye, that flicker having lasted a mere fraction of a moment. Nonetheless, the blonde knew what she saw. Was she really put off or scared though? To be honest, not really. One of the advantages that came with her meister was that she tended to be much more open-minded about demons or half-demons. She'd known for a fact that there were half-lings at the school. Should she be surprised that there were half-demons among professionals? Still, blue flames or not, the question of whether or not the young woman standing just a few feet away was truly a demon, whether whole or in part.

Not that it mattered. She'd grimaced at the swearing. It was easy to brush it off when the guys swore, but somehow, it seemed very inappropriate for a lady to utter explicatives regardless of her up-bringing. However, it wasn't Dani's place to correct the senior exorcist. "Allergies are terrible," she said in agreement. If Valkyrie wanted to cover up her little 'mishap', that was fine with Dani. "But just so you know," she said, blushing a little, "I don't have a boyfriend."

Danielle sighed before subtly twirling her fingers (something she often did when nervous). "I... wondered if you might show me that move again," she said, "the one with your sword?" There was a sense of genuine hopefulness in her tone.

[ooc: sorry this took so long. leaving for college tomorrow night. the week has been absolutely hellish >A<]