『 Ionia 』 discussion

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Beads of sweat dripped down Dylan's face as she pummeled the punching bag with her fists. Her fists were slightly bloody and bruised as she slammed her fists against the sack. Dylan noticed the bag was splitting, so she pulled away. She took a moment to catch her breath and wiped her hands off on an old towel. She tossed the towel on the ground and returned to the bag. Dylan spun around on her heel, smashing her foot into the bag. The bag split and fell to the ground. Dylan let out a satisfied sigh and turned away. She walked over to a nearby chair and sat down, attempting to catch her breath.

Dylan stood up from the chair and picked up the strips of bandages that lie on a small metal table. She wrapped one around her knuckles, wrapping another one, and another until her knuckles were covered. She did the same thing to her other hand. Dylan ran a hand through her tousled hair, hoping that it would stay out of her eyes. She grabbed a rubber band that was near her bag and pulled her hair into a small ponytail atop her head.

Claire stepped into the White Fang headquarters, immediately gaining the attention of everyone there. Her cold gaze drifted from face to face, as she said nothing. Her black heels clicked against the ground as she headed towards her office. She set a few bags down before running a hand through her dark brown hair and turning to the door. One of the White Fang members was there. "Where is Dylan?" Claire asked, her voice unwavering. She sounded intimidating, yet strangely sensual. She was alluring for sure- even when she didn't try to be.

After informing Claire of Dylan's whereabouts the member left, and she made her way to the training room. She opened the door, stepping in gracefully. She was wearing a white collared button up shirt, with the top three buttons unbuttoned. To go with this, she was wearing black pants and heeled boots. Her white shirt was partially tucked in, giving her the 'i tried, yet i didn't' look. "I'm back." Claire said. Her voice was a lot sweeter sounding now that she was away from the other members. She walked over to Dylan and reached up to play with the ponytail that was resting on her head. "Hm, cute." Claire commented with an amused smile.

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((Aaah I’m so sorry, I’ve got an almost finished response on my laptop but I had to leave so I can’t finish it until I get home;-;))

((Ohh no problem! I just didn't know if you forgot!))

Dylan turned around, only to notice that Claire was here. She smiled softly. Damn..She's gorgeous thought Dylan as she began to respond. "So, how was it?" Dylan questioned. Dylan was a bit upset, and a little jealous that she couldn't go with Claire; But, Dylan needed to train. Dylan reached up and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. She hoped that she didn't look too disheveled. Dylan wanted to hug Claire, but she was all sweaty, and probably smelled.
Dylan let her gaze drift over to the destroyed punching bag. She should probably come back later to clean it up, or just get someone else to do it.

((Sorry it's short, I can't write lmao))

Claire glanced at the punching bag, making a mental note to invest in a new one. She played with a strand of her own hair. "It was alright, the same as usual. I had to get rid of a noble who was leaking information about the White Fang... He was disgusting." She said, making a face. Claire was getting bored of missions like this. While she made good use of her looks, the people she manipulated always wanted the same thing. It annoyed her.

"How have you been?" Claire asked. She heard the door to the training room swing open, and turned her head in that direction. Her gaze towards the person was almost a non-verbal challenge. The person who had entered immediately left. Smiling with satisfaction, Claire's gaze softened and she looked back at Dylan.

Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Are you alright?" she asked curiously. Dylan scoffed. "Nobles. Most of them are disgusting pigs." She was slightly annoyed and mad that she wasn't there with Claire. Dylan rotated her shoulders as a way of stretching and did the same with her wrists. Her joints were sore after all the training, but Dylan had become used to the feeling.

"I've been pretty good. It's been pretty dull, nothing exciting happened while you were gone." Replied Dylan. "What about you?" Dylan ran another hand through her hair, causing the ponytail to slide out. Her hair fell into her eyes, which Dylan immediately tried to fix. She hadn't even noticed that someone entered the training room, and immediately left.

"I'm fine, nothing bad happened." Claire said. She nodded in agreement. "They feel as if they are on top of the world, when really, they could be crushed in a instant. It's quite sad in my opinion." She said. Despite the darkness of her words, Claire had a smile etched on her face.

"Same routine, nothing interesting happens...Ever. Oh! Actually, I got to test out a new poison. That was a bit exciting." Claire said, quietly laughing when Dylan's ponytail slid out. She took a step closer, "Can I train with you?" She asked. "Maybe we can fight?"

"Nice! What kind did you use?" she asked, genuinely interested. Dylan stretched again, trying to relieve the tension in her joints. Dylan inspected the bandages that were wrapped around her knuckles, making sure that they were secure and wouldn't fall off.

"Sure, I could probably do another round or two," Dylan pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and made sure that it was secure this time. "Are we using weapons, or just hands?" Dylan asked, using silly hand gestures.

"It was a strange one, I took a bit longer to get back because it didn't kick in until a day later." Claire explained. "Which was why I was extra annoyed with that particular noble. Jeez, I can barely spend a day with one, let alone three." She said and smiled.

Claire stretched her arms a bit, and pulled out a knife from god knows where. It wasn't a particularly sharp one. "We can use weapons..Let's see," She muttered in thought after grinning at Dylan's silly gestures. "The first one to surrender loses?" Claire proposed, twirling the knife in her hand.

"Interesting..very interesting," muttered Dylan. She searched for a weapon that she could use. Along the walls, were rows upon rows of miscellaneous weapons. Dylan swiftly walked over to the racks, and began deciding what weapon she would attempt to use. "That sounds fair, any weapon suggestions?" Dylan asked, unable to decide for herself.

((Sorry its short:( ))

Claire tried to contain her excitement, but the grin she had on her face wouldn't go away. She hadn't sparred with anyone worthy in the longest time, now was her chance. She followed Dylan, the sound of her heels echoing against the walls of the training room. Despite Dylan being sort of sweaty, she held onto her arm affectionately. "I'd say the hammer or the staff. I don't think I've ever seen you fight with either of those. What should I use??" Claire asked, deciding that it'd be more interesting if she used something other than a knife. Hopefully, Dylan would pick for her as well.

((it's okay!!))

Dylan smiled and gazed down at Claire. She hoped she wasn't too sweaty. "I think I'll go with the staff. I haven't used one before." She answered. Dylan could probably figure out how to use the staff, although it looked as if it could break easily because of how thin and sticklike they were. "What about a mace? Those are pretty interesting, and I've never actually seen someone use one before." There were a few maces lined up on the wall, one covered in spikes, one with a ball and chain attached to it, and the last one was just a regular one.

Claire nodded. "Nice choice." She said. A staff wasn't very hard to use once you got the hang of it, although with Dylan's strength, it might break. She looked over the choices she had, and picked the mace with a ball and chain. "I'll use this one." Claire said. She was used to using weapons that had a handle, with the mace she chose, it swung around with ease. She'd have to try her best to control the direction of it, as well as the force she'd exert while using it. "Alright!" Claire began, moving away from the wall. She stood in the center of the arena. "Should we make some rules?"

Dylan reached out and grabbed the staff. Dylan had yet to grow accustomed to using a weapon, but it was a skill that she wanted to learn. She twirled the stick around, trying to get the feel of it. "What kind of rules?" Dylan asked curiously. She continued to fiddle with the staff, passing it from one hand to the other and twirling it around. Dylan walked over to the arena and stood across from Claire, waiting for her to respond.

Claire swung the mace a few times, being careful not to accidentally hit herself with it. "Well, I don't know." She said, looking at the ground. She suddenly thought of an idea. "Let's make a boundary so it's harder. If you get knocked out of it, you lose as well." Claire said. She set the mace on the ground, and walked over to the wall of weapons. After grabbing a staff, she placed it a few feet away from them. "Just imagine that, but around us completely."

"That sounds good!" Dylan replied, making a note of where the boundary was. She stood about a foot away from the boundary, so it would be more of a challenge for herself. No doubt, Claire would win, which Dylan was alright with. Dylan passed the staff from one hand to the other, trying to decide if she should challenge herself by using her non-dominant hand, or just stick with both hands.

With weapons, Claire was practically a genius. She handled them with ease, and could understand their function in a matter of seconds. She was the opposite with brute strength, though. While she was agile, she didn't have much power in her punches. Dylan on the other hand was very strong, and Claire honestly thought the two of them made a good combo during joint missions. She smiled at the thought of doing another one someday, and nodded. "Okay, on the count of three. One..Two..Three!" Claire said. She didn't make a move towards Dylan, deciding to wait for her to come.