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(Miranda's nightmare battle with Viktorin)
[Wed Jun 5 2024]
In a fully equipped kitchen
Spacious and lit up by many windows around the room, this fully furnished and modernly equipped kitchen leaves little want in terms of style. A long granite counter set above a series of wooden cupboards runs along one entire wall, interrupted only by a polished silver stove-topped oven in the middle and a matching medium-sized smart refrigerator standing obediently at one end. Almost identical cupboards to the ones below are set at head height, separated by a dark silver KVF ventilation canopy installed above the stove. Soft natural lighting filters in through the windows and glass-paned aluminium door which leads out into an enclosed back garden, making every surface gleam. A long mahogany bar splits the kitchen workspace from the rest of the spacious room, surrounded by a set of low-backed stools for one to sit and enjoy a quick bite or a cup of coffee.
It is about 65F(18C) degrees.
"Oh interesting." Miranda says in a sing-song voice. "Hello hello hello." she says, echoing herself
Viktorin raises his rifle confusedly, before firing off a few rounds.
Miranda draws her gleaming longsword and begins to run towards Viktorin, "Well I'm going to make a fool of myself!" when she doesn't quite close the distance she pulls a tranq gun from her hip and pops Viktorin with it
Stepping back, Viktorin grunts, "Why do I keep getting pulled into bullshit..." Beating his feet backward, he raises his rifle, aiming downsight at the woman before hastily pulling the trigger. The tranq has him infuriated yet lethargic.
Miranda closes the distance with Viktorin and brings her longsword in an arc towards his head only to have it blocked and turned by his parry, "Be happy, you get to meet me in such an exciting way! I'm Miranda."
Viktorin dodges backwards, drawing his gauntlet sword and dagger, parries, and then lunges.
The fight quickly devolves in a tit for tat as Miranda trades sword swings with Viktorin, she's not incompetent with the blade but she is not a master either
Stabs are what the dusky thing seems good at. He parries with his gauntlet sword and weaves Viktorin's dagger close into a thrust. Then another kick back.
"What's your name?!" Miranda ask, cheerily as they battle on
"Seeing as you dragged me into this nonsense, you might as well ask when I'm in a better mood, and not flirting with a girl," Viktorin responds as he suddenly sprouts bones, sharp and ancient, as a strange form of armor. Stab, thrust, slash comes from the dark haired man, parrying each strike from the woman with some level of experience.
Miranda get's clipped on the shoulder and she winces at the pain inflicted. She lashes out with her blade in a desperate attempt to create distance then says, "Sorry, I'm sure she will still be there after!"
Clicking his tongue, Viktorin twists his rapier-like blade before feinting left, then striking right. "Viktorin Teptic. Master of Shields for the Order."
Miranda fades out of the nightmare.
Mirandas Nightmare Battle With Viktorin 240606
(Miranda's nightmare battle with Viktorin)
[Wed Jun 5 2024]
In a fully equipped kitchen
Spacious and lit up by many windows around the room, this fully furnished and modernly equipped kitchen leaves little want in terms of style. A long granite counter set above a series of wooden cupboards runs along one entire wall, interrupted only by a polished silver stove-topped oven in the middle and a matching medium-sized smart refrigerator standing obediently at one end. Almost identical cupboards to the ones below are set at head height, separated by a dark silver KVF ventilation canopy installed above the stove. Soft natural lighting filters in through the windows and glass-paned aluminium door which leads out into an enclosed back garden, making every surface gleam. A long mahogany bar splits the kitchen workspace from the rest of the spacious room, surrounded by a set of low-backed stools for one to sit and enjoy a quick bite or a cup of coffee.
It is about 65F(18C) degrees.
"Oh interesting." Miranda says in a sing-song voice. "Hello hello hello." she says, echoing herself
Viktorin raises his rifle confusedly, before firing off a few rounds.
Miranda draws her gleaming longsword and begins to run towards Viktorin, "Well I'm going to make a fool of myself!" when she doesn't quite close the distance she pulls a tranq gun from her hip and pops Viktorin with it
Stepping back, Viktorin grunts, "Why do I keep getting pulled into bullshit..." Beating his feet backward, he raises his rifle, aiming downsight at the woman before hastily pulling the trigger. The tranq has him infuriated yet lethargic.
Miranda closes the distance with Viktorin and brings her longsword in an arc towards his head only to have it blocked and turned by his parry, "Be happy, you get to meet me in such an exciting way! I'm Miranda."
Viktorin dodges backwards, drawing his gauntlet sword and dagger, parries, and then lunges.
The fight quickly devolves in a tit for tat as Miranda trades sword swings with Viktorin, she's not incompetent with the blade but she is not a master either
Stabs are what the dusky thing seems good at. He parries with his gauntlet sword and weaves Viktorin's dagger close into a thrust. Then another kick back.
"What's your name?!" Miranda ask, cheerily as they battle on
"Seeing as you dragged me into this nonsense, you might as well ask when I'm in a better mood, and not flirting with a girl," Viktorin responds as he suddenly sprouts bones, sharp and ancient, as a strange form of armor. Stab, thrust, slash comes from the dark haired man, parrying each strike from the woman with some level of experience.
Miranda get's clipped on the shoulder and she winces at the pain inflicted. She lashes out with her blade in a desperate attempt to create distance then says, "Sorry, I'm sure she will still be there after!"
Clicking his tongue, Viktorin twists his rapier-like blade before feinting left, then striking right. "Viktorin Teptic. Master of Shields for the Order."
Miranda fades out of the nightmare.