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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley enters Milliway's, determinedly keeping his balance. He makes his way towards the bar, requests a pen and paper, and, taking great care not to bleed on anything this time, writes a note. It reads:

ATTN: Swordsmen/women

Training partner needed. Longsword/broadsword/etc... preferable. Immortality/invincibility a plus. No fencers need apply. Find me out by the lake.

- Crowley

He pins it to the noticeboard, and asks the bar for some torches. Heading out to the lake, he puts down the sword and sticks the oil-coated bundles of reeds in the ground. They light themselves as, hissing at the pull of wounds, Crowley starts to warm up*

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[ithakan-king.livejournal.com]

*Odysseus walks out into the night and stands under the thin, oily light from the makeshift lamps, watching.*

What are you training for?

[aj_crawley]

*without pausing*

I may have a fight coming.

[ithakan-king.livejournal.com]

Nothing will train you for a fight except fighting.

Sparring helps. But not enough.

*his eyes follow Crowley's quick, fluid motions.*

[aj_crawley]

*the skill is there, clear, sharp, deadly, but a formidable agility is hampered by wounds, by a splinted wing*

I've seen more than enough fighting in my time. But it's been a few centuries since I've fought with a blade.

[ithakan-king.livejournal.com]

You move quickly, but not quickly enough, artfully, but not creatively; at this speed, you do not anticipate a blow that comes from above, unexpectedly, or a dagger below--

Perhaps it does not matter. You could still defeat more men than would defeat you.

[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

*George is already sitting outback when Crowley comes out*

What are you doing out here? And what's with the hardware?

[aj_crawley]

It's called a sword. I'm training.

[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

*a bit confused*

With swords? You gonna fight a Duke or something?

[aj_crawley]

Nope.

[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

So who are you fighting?

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow exits the bar*

Hey, Crowley. I saw the note, so I figured I should give it a shot.

[OOC:Um, do you think Death-mun would mind if I said (I asked her to do something to the sword so it wouldn't kill/she assured me that it wouldn't work in Milliways{pick one})?]

[aj_crawley]

How fast do you heal? I can barely move right now, but I'm not very good at pulling punches. Don't want any broken bones.

[OOC: Which sword? The vorpal? 'Cos Crowley's sword needs to work in Milliway's. But I'm sure Death-mun wouldn't mind.]

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

I heal pretty quickly. Hell, do I look like I took a bullet to the skull last year? And I'm used to serious combat.

[OOC:Yep, that's the one. By the 'Not work in Milliways' bit, I meant that it fits in with Death's stance on avoiding having to take anyone while here, which would likely make it hard for a sword to kill people with one blow]

[aj_crawley]

Fair enough. Feel free to jump in when you're ready.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

[OOC:Um. Could you point me to a site or something that gives a few pointers? Snow knows how to handle a sword, but Snow-mun does not.]

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

*She comes out from where she was drinking (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/546625.html#comments), her glass of Atlantean still in hand. She sits on a stone bench near Crowley. She sits with her legs crossed and she leans forward resting her elbow on her knee and her chin on her hand*

Having fun?

[aj_crawley]

*pauses in mid-slash, and stares oddly at the new-comer*

I... know you from somewhere.

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

We all know each other demon.

*She winks at him*

[aj_crawley]

Fuck me. You're a sodding angel, aren't you? But... not from... where I'm from.

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

*she laughs*

I'd rather not.

No not where your from. Clearly.

I have my own patch of White Heaven.

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

*Sariel comes back outside. Her dark purple wings are now fully shown and expanded, A flaming Masume in hand*

My turn?

*she smiles an evil grin*

[aj_crawley]

Give us a moment. I need to re-tie my bandages.

*he does so, winding them tightly where they had come undone, loosened in his brawling with the king of Ithaka*

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

*she corsses her feet and lowers her wings. She blows on her sword and the fire goes out*

[aj_crawley]

*ties the last bandage, deciding not to bother with shirt that will doubtless only get ripped to pieces against an angel. He takes up his sword*

Fire or no? All the same to me, but I don't want to end up in trouble for maiming a client.

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

*She pick up her sword and spreads her wings. She holds her sword in a ninja fashion and it bursts into flames*

It's not me you should be worrying about.

*she grins*