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Training the Sass
Helena and Athalus
Training grounds at the College


Helena watched the bigger girl head off with her head tilted in confusion. “Well okay then,” she said with a shrug of her shoulder and turned back to Athalus. “Lead on,” she said when he said that he’d just train her on his own. Which was probably the better thing anyways. At least in her opinion. She was a little too competitive sometimes to train with others.

She followed after him, braiding her hair as she went to make sure that it was out of her way while she was fighting. She could deal with it, but it seemed silly to have it hinder her when she had the chance to put it up. “Hmm I wonder if anyone would mind terrible if Annabeth and I do so naked?” she asked with a thoughtful little hum. She wouldn’t actually do that, but the idea was still appealing when it came to seeing Annabeth naked again. “I do not want to be that...buff…” she said after a moment. Her brother’s relied more on brute strength and force, but that wasn’t for her. She was too small for that really. Athalus was right in that speed was more to her taste and build.

“Hey, my dad didn’t train me to fight against zombies, okay?” she said with a huff. Because that’s all she could really clearly remember fighting. But even if she had remembered what had happened down in that darkness, she would have said the same thing. Her dad had certainly not trained her to fight against tentacle monsters made of shadows.

When they got to the training yard, she stood looking at her options for a moment, considering. “With pleasure,” she said with a wicked smirk. She had taken out her actual knives, or at least most of them, placing them to the side and pulling down a few and slipping them back into place where her other ones had been. Turning back to face Athalus, she pushed her glasses up her nose securely, holding a blade in one hand.

She watched him for just a moment before going in towards him fast. She knew she wasn’t going to succeed, she wasn’t stupid. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try. He was a much better fighter than her, which is why she’d bugged him about training her. Holding back wasn’t going to help her any though if he couldn’t really see how she fought.

Althalus stepped quickly to the side, dodging her attack. “Good, you’re not holding back. That would have been bothersome.” He said lightly, stepping back again as she swung at him. “Since your based on speed you need to know a few rules of combat. Rule number 1; If you’re in a fair fight, you’ve already lost half of it. I suspect this rule is rather redundant to you, given you’re from Port Slaughter, but I’ll go over it anyway.”

He dodged another attack, smiling at her. “We’re not soldiers. We don’t do fair in any sense of the rule. Throw dirt, attack with superior numbers, kick them in the groin, what have you.” He kept a casual tone, dodging her as she went at him with a knife, an admirable look of determination in her eyes. “Rule number 2; End fights fast. Our speed is our greatest advantage, but it means in protracted fights against experienced fighters will go against us. We can’t dodge around blows forever. So be able to know where to stab and stab there quickly to end it quickly. That or just run away. Rule number 3; If you can, kill someone before it can even become a fight. If you can stab someone in the back of the neck before they even see you, do so. Honor is for those willing to risk death. We like living.” He dodged by her thrust and moved behind her, smirking lightly as she whirled around. “Rule number 4; If you have to fight, do it in a place of your choosing. Make them come to you, not the other way around.” He stepped to the side again, grabbing her wrist as she stabbed at him put a foot in front of her, and threw her to the ground.

“You’ve got some skill with knives. I can work with that. But not anything like you’ve had to use it often. Let me guess, ran with a gang in the Port? Usually had big thugs to do the manhandling, you were just the one to get the item and go? Only trained in it as a last resort, using your speed to avoid most fights there. Not an option anymore, though you should be letting people like Alaira, Annabeth, and Ssarak handle most of the fighting. We’re support. You still need to know how to kill people like Annabeth, Alaira, and Ssarak of course. Which is why I’ll have you sparring against them while I watch.” He looked down at her. “Still interested?”

She was breathing hard when he threw her to the ground, but she wasn't out of the fight just yet. “They didn't let me do anything until my magic activated,” she said with a huff as she got herself back up to her feet. She didn't deny that he was right otherwise. Because she had never been the brute force of anything so she'd never really had to fight outside of play brawling with siblings. Her dad has taught her more so she could defend herself from idiots who couldn't take no for an answer, not to actually seek out a fight.

She brushed herself off, taking the moment to look like she was thinking about it. But she had already decided that she was going to. He wasn't going to break her so easily and he wasn't going get her to stop just by besting her. When she straightened up, she placed her hands on her hips in a stance of defiance. “Of course I'm still interested,” she laughed. “I don't know why you think I'm going to give up so easily.”

Helena didn't give him a chance to reply or anything before coming in at him fast and low, aiming a shoulder just below his ribs, training knife in her other hand, aiming for his thigh, near to the artery that ran through his leg and up to his heart.

Althalus shrugged, stepping smoothly to the side as the girl rushed him. “Didn’t think so. Just wanted to make sure you knew what you were getting into. Alaira is gonna be much more interested in putting you on your ass than I am.” He held up a hand to stop her from charging him again, nodding towards the rack. “Put up your knife. Do you have any throwing knives, or am I going to have to give you my own personal supply?”

“Confirmed bottom,” she said softly with a little laugh when she turned back around to face him. She wasn't going to charge him again anyways, that would be practicable. So she stopped at his upheld hand and caught her breath a bit better.

She rolled her eyes a little bit at his implication that she wouldn't have any on her at all. “What kind of girl do you think I am?” she asked with a huff, pulling one out smoothly from her belt. “Where do you think I'm from? C’mon now.”

“No,” Althalus corrected with a raised finger. “I just already have a life long companion whose basically my wife, and I’m not interested in little girls. Sorry for your loss.”

He pointed at a wooden target, gesturing for her to get moving. “Stay as far away from that as you can and still hit accurately. Throw a few times.”

She made a face and then laughed at him. “One, it was a joke,” she started, holding up one finger and lifting another for every point she made after. “Two, you can still bottom. And three, while you’re handsome, I’m not interested. So no loss.”

With another little laugh she turned and headed towards the wooden targets, sizing them up as she walked, trying to decide what the farthest back she could go and still have a chance of hitting it would be. Once she had gotten where she thought she was good, she stopped, took a breath and set herself in a good stance before she took aim and threw. She smirked proudly when it did impact the target, even if it wasn’t where she aimed. It wasn’t accurate, no, but she had hit it, and that was something to her.

“It was close,” she said with a shrug of one shoulder, taking off her glasses to clean them off on the inside hem of her shirt before taking a step or two closer to try again. This time, when she threw, it was only a fingers with down from where she had aimed. And this time, her smile was even more smug, ignoring that she was sure he was going to shoot her down in a second.

“You’re slow.” Althalus observed, watching the knives hit the targets. “And you need to be in a certain position to throw. We’ll have to fix that. Other than that, good enough to work with. With enough practice you might be actually lethal from any position and point with those. Let's start, shall we?”

She rolled her eyes at him, but she did keep her tongue in check just then. He was being so very nice to train her for basically nothing in return. Well, the hope probably that she’d be of help if they ever ended up on the same mission again. “Yes,” she said with a sigh, going to gather her knives back up and put away most of her sarcastic comments for the duration of the training. It was hard, but she’d do it if it meant that she’d get better at this.
☆ Helena ☆


Helena smiled at her, her expression someone sarcastic before she even spoke. “Nah, I’m just wandering around here for no reason,” she said teasingly. “Just like taking in the views.” But before she could answer ‘truthfully’ they were interrupted. By someone she wasn’t expecting to come seek her out at any time soon. Or ever. Especially ever.

“Helga?” she asked with indignation as he purposely missaid her name. It was one thing to be called Helen, but it was another altogether for him to so mangle her name like that. “It’s Helena. It isn’t hard to remember, Athauls.” She sighed, rolling her eyes, hating that he’d gotten to her so simply. Sometimes, she really wished her father hadn’t been so insistent on that a.

“Training? With her?” she pressed, looking a little surprised by the suggestion. Not that she had issue with it, it just felt...like not the way she was expecting him to ever give in to that. Oh, he’s trying to make it miserable for me then, she thought. I’ll show him I don’t break that easily. “I’ve got nothing else going on, so why not?”
“You look like you curled up on the floor of the engine room for a few moments of shut eye,” she said with a little smile. She really didn't look all that bad, but it was more that she knew she hadn't returned to their room the night before. “We can go out and look for what we'll need while we're in port.” She made no other comment about the what ifs. She had decided that she was staying and that seemed enough for her.

“Pretty much everything that isn't what you do or my father does,” she said with a little shrug. “Cook, clean, non technical repairs, navigate as needed, that sorta stuff. I can heft some weight pretty well, but if we're actually in need of that we hire a few dock urchins and get ‘em to help out.”

Bea nodded when Roger looked to her to confirm. “Seems there will be some shopping anyways,” she said when Roger was finished, nodding towards the other girls. “It would be wonderful if we could get a lift back with you.”

Will chuckled and stood, pulling his jacket a little closer around him. “I can certainly wait a bit. You two take the time you need. If we have to leave, I will leave word for you so you know.”

Bea stood as well, extending a hand to Will that he took and shook. “Thank you, we should be headed out now. We will let you know as soon as we do as well.”

“Safe travels,” Will said, holding his hand out to Roger once Bea had headed towards the door, trailing and waiting for her companion to join her.
Arc 2 Day 1
{One Night in Hell club | About 4 pm }


Inside the Club
@13org @Fallenreaper

Marcus caught himself just after he turned and smiled. “That's fine with me,” he said with a smirk. And normally that was true, but maybe not so much with her. But that would be something to be addressed later. Or possibly never. He was good enough at flirting with no purpose that wasn't always easy to identify when he was doing so with sincerity or not.

“I'd love to chat more, but I've got work to go to, I'm sure I'll see you ladies around.”

He caught sight of one of the waitresses as he was going towards the back and gestured her over to him. “Hey, Rebeca,” he called to the ginger girl.

She turned from her trip back to the bar, smiling sweetly at him. “Marcus,” she said, though it was more a question of what he wanted just then.

He merely smirked and nodded his head back towards Lily and Corianna behind him. She looked past him and nodded, changing her direction and headed over that way.

“Lily,” she said with a friendly smile once she was close. “And Lily’s friend,” she went on looking at Corianna with a smile that was not just a fake customer service smile, but something rather genuine.
☆ Helena ☆
Back at School


Helena noted the way that she was looked at. She was sure the other girl was gawaked at for her height around others. But as she looked her over more she noted that it was much more than just her height. Her brow quirked some as she wondered what it was that had disfigured her so. And yet hadn't touched her face.

She took the offered hand in her much smaller one though she shook with a strength that her size hide. She was decently strong for her height and weight. "Well it is a pleasure," she replied with a smile, dropping her hand back down to her side before sliding both of them in through her belt. "Rather gathered you were a student though."
Arc 2 Day 1
{One Night in Hell club | About 4 pm }


Outside the Club
@13org @Fallenreaper

Marcus looked around, trying to find Lily, after a short jump from being startled from hearing her voice so close without her being nearby. She had done that to him before, but that didn't mean that it didn't still startle him some when she did it. "Well, you know I'm a bad boy," he said with a little smile, feeling his cheeks flush slightly when he did catch sight of her. It was mightly unfair for her to look so damn good like that. "And you know that she likes bad boys."

He turned back or Corinna, catching then the sight of her hands. His blue eyes going very wide for a moment. That...that was not quite the appearance he was expecting with her face. But he couldn't deny that now that he's seen it, it didn't look out of place. He swallowed slightly, figuring if Lily was talking with her so easily, she wasn't going to be of immediate threat. Unlike Masha who might actually hurt him if he was any later. At this point in his life, things just started to go from surprising to just...whatever. Even more so the longer he worked under Masha. She seemed to draw in a very wide assortment of people. “Well this way ladies,” he said with an awkward little laugh. “You can finish this chat inside, and I won't be run through.”
Rebeca settled herself down after making sure that everyone else had gotten what they wanted for breakfast, sitting down with her own toast and tea at last. She looked Estella over, noting her very weary expression and knowing that she hadn't made it to bed the night before made it a very understandable look.

"If you like," she started somewhat quietly, knowing that not everyone was a morning person and wanted to talk too terribly much right away, "we can put a little hammock in the engine room. The old mechanic, the one before that idiot that is, used to have one for nights that he didn't want to make the walk to his bunk. But he took it with him when be left. The hooks are still there though. If you're interested that is."

Will looked over at Roger, shrugging his one shoulder. "Hadn't really thought that far. But I'm willing to stay on a few days to give you two a lift back to London if you like. If you think you're going to be longer than that though...Might be able to recommend a friend instead."
☆ Helena ☆
Back at School


Helena stopped part way down the hall, distracted by the entrance of the other...well student was all she could guess until she got a better look at them. Ah yes, another student for sure. A girl (woman probably a more accurate word), and an...elf? She hummed and smiled at her when she stood and spoke to. “I’m minorly impressed,” she said with a little chuckle. “But you can call me Helena.”

She looked up at the much taller woman, not at all bothered it seemed by their very apparent height difference. She was used to tall people in her life after all. “And you are?” she asked with another little smile, pushing her glasses up her nose some.
Arc 2 Day 1
{One Night in Hell club | About 4 pm }


Outside the Club
@13org

Marcus Grimshaw was headed in, a little late to work. He was sure he was going to get it from his boss, but he hadn’t been late before in his three months working here and he was going to be damned if he was going to get fired for his first slip up. He knew she’d probably be extra pissed at him since today was such an important day, but he also figured that she’d probably be distracted with everything that was going on, so hopefully she wouldn’t notice either. She scared him a little bit after all, and he didn’t know if he wanted to see her wrath pointed at him.

It was pretty dead, on the outside at least, at the club when he got there a little before four pm when they were set to open open at five. They were actually open now, but things really got started at five, but it was hard to tell that they were open just then. There were a few people milling about, waiting for friends, and some starting to line up that weren’t on the VIP list to wait their turn to get in.

He was walking by a particularly good looking woman when he heard her speak outloud to herself. He stopped, shouldering his bag a little bit better and smiled at her. “Well we’re open now. And if you’re interested, I can help you skip the line for sure.” He smiled at her charmingly, gesturing at the front doors and not at all worried about the fact that she was dressed to kill and he was in nothing more than a pair of tight jeans, a t-shirt and boots.

Inside the Club

Masha had disappeared back into her office again. There were calls to be made and she didn’t need the distraction of the club while she paced and smoked heavily to make sure that while she threatened people for not delivering things on time, that she did so softly, and without swearing too much, so she sounded genuinely like she’d do what she said she would do.

That didn’t mean her voice couldn’t still be heard sometimes from inside the room. Rebeca leaned up against the counter, waiting on drink orders from her younger cousin Rich. He was going on about something or another, she was just nodding her head and twisting strands of her red curls around her fingers. It wasn’t that she didn’t care, just that she was too tired to be paying full attention just that moment. “Huh?” she said when Rich said her name and snapped in front of her face.

“I said your drinks are ready,” he sighed, sliding the two beers in front of her. “The kido keep you up last night?”

Rebeca nodded and sighed, picking up the mugs. “Yeah, because you know, Friday is the best day of the week after all. And he needs to experience every single moment of it.”

Rich chuckled and smiled. “Yes well, he is his mother’s child. You brought it on yourself. It will get better though. Eventually he won’t wake you up anymore and he’ll just sneak around doing things.”

She sighed and turned away while rolling her eyes. “I’m not really certain that’s better,” she replied as she walked away to deliver her drinks to her table.
Skipping sounds good to me.
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