Swords and Sunburn [Maxine/Olivia]

[Olivia Raine]

Knife-throwing was a dangerous activity.

Therefore, it qualified as freaking awesome in Olivia Mae Raine's book. She felt the shining surge run through her as she launched yet another silver knife into the straight heart of the dummy. It hurt her sunburn drastically, but the surge of the leather grip sliding through her palm covered up the sting of her baked shoulders. She retrieved the knife and put it down, then unsheathed her sword.

Olivia's sword - she called it Thunderblade - was an original. It was custom made for her, because she had forged it herself. It had taken her almost a full year to create it, but it was a beauty. Five feet of thunder and wind and celestial bronze. The grip was molded to her fingers, so that when she held it, there were small creases for her fingers to wrap around, so she could comfortably hold the sword. Olivia had needed various spells (courtesy of some Hecate children) to make it deflective. Bullets bounced off of the sword without even leaving a mark, and almost everything else was the same. And - considering how shiny the bronze was - Olivia could see her enemies from the reflection, sneaking up behind her. It came in very handy. She loved her sword.

The daughter of Zeus pushed her glasses up her nose a bit (they were falling down) and took some sips from her water. Then, an average looking girl (with a stormy aura - Olivia would say) walked in. Olivia had heard about this angry, crabby girl. She was a daughter of Nike and her name was Maxine Darke (but if you called her Maxine, you wouldn't wake up the next day). Olivia took a second to plan out how to approach the girl. Since she was known to be a bit touchy, Olivia would take a friendly approach. She walked up to the strongly built girl.

"Hey, there. I haven't seen you around the arena much. I can show yoiu around a bit, even teach you some techniques if you want." Olivia sounded optimistic, and her offer could be tempting "I'm Olivia, daughter of Zeus." the brunette put out her hand, signaling for Max to shake it, as that is what you do when you meet someone new. Olivia smiled warmly, awaiting her reply.

[Max Darke]

If there was one fighting style Maxine Darke was bad at, it was sword fighting. She had grown up fighting on the street, so she knew grab-a-random-hard-thing-and-beat-someone-with-it, punch-the-crap-out-of-them-until-they-bleed, and babble-on-to-distract-then-kick-them-and-run. Which, she thought, was more then most demigods knew when they first got to camp. Although, she didn't know why. It wasn't exactly rocket science to pick up a lead pipe and smack someone over the head with it. She guessed that she just was forced to learn that.

Max adjusted her cotton t-shirt (that she had successfully stolen from Jamian McCovy in the Hermes cabin) and switched her bag (stolen from Regan Darkwood) over to the other shoulder. She found that stealing was a challenge, and she liked challenges. She didn't like to borrow anything, either, because... she hated it. She wasn't a charity; people didn't need to treat her like one. She only stole from males, because they have more generic, comfortable, and un-recognizable clothes. It just made the whole thing easier. She considered herself a better thief then she though, considering that she evaded dozens of traps in the Hermes cabin, and that made the corners of her mouth twitch just thinking about it. She didn't steal much from the guys' in the Minor cabin (her own) for one reason: They would know it was her. If they where being stolen from, they would look to the best thief that wore boys' clothes in the cabin. Also known as Max. Plus, there was always the possibility that they would recognize her clothing as their own. Being discovered would mean attracting attention to herself, and that would not be good.

She wandered down to the Arena, looking to train in sword fighting. She picked a celestial bronze longsword with a black leather hilt, and put it up in the air, ready to strike. Midway through the air, she heard a voice behind her. In a single second, she instinctively turned on her heel and reeled her non-sword-holding fist in a punch. One more second, and that girl in front of her would be bleeding. Max recognized her as a non-threat in time to stop and put her hands (both sword holding and empty) down at her sides awkwardly.

''—I haven't seen you around the arena much. I can show you around a bit, even teach you some techniques if you want.''

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A month or so ago, Max would have probably said ''righhhht, because I need help from a weakling like you.'' but now she realized that that kind of attitude just makes people want to annoy you. Besides, this girl was obviously trying to be nice. Not that Max really cared, but still. It was her intentions that showed her personality, and Max wanted to know everything about her to make sure she wasn't a threat.

''No thanks. I learn best from figuring stuff out myself. That's how I know how to fist fight.'' Max made her face emotionless. The girl—Olivia, she thought—probably wouldn't be able to read her emotions. Good. That meant that she couldn't use her emotions against her. The daughter of Nike looked down just enough to make sure that her heart locket was tucked under her shirt safely. There wasn't a glint of gold to be seen. Good.

''I'm Olivia, daughter of Zeus.''

''Max Darke, Nike.'' Max examined the girl. She was sun burnt, scratched and slightly sweaty. She was probably trying to sword fight. No doubt, she was probably much better then Max, herself, but Olivia wouldn't stand a chance against her if they where street/fist fighting. She didn't know of one person at camp that trained in fist/street fighting on a daily basis, so that meant Max was probably the best street/fist fighter...

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Words: 634
Muse: An epic failure. -_-
Tagged: Avery/Olivia
Outfit: Clicky!
Notes: I have zero muse... how is my post double the size of yours? o.O Oh, and: Someone says ''hi'' behind you. You turn around and almost punch them. SMOOTH.
Credit: Stand in the Rain by Superchick for the song, and me (Aries) for making le template!

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[Olivia Raine]

Olivia narrowed her eyes. The girl had a muscular build, but was still very quick-looking. Strong. Probably a fist-fighter. She looked at Max. "Well, instead of practicing on those dummies - which I doubt would help you at all. After all, they are dummies. We could ... kill it a little. Fight me?" Liv knew it was daring. This was a girl who she didn't know, she didn't how well she fought. She could wing it. If Max was too good, she could always cheat. After all, she could summon a wind so strong it could knock Max across camp. Not as if she would do that, though.

The truth was, Liv really wanted to know if this girl was any good in general. Could she cut up Liv? Could Liv cut her up? It's not as if Liv was really great - and she didn't consider herself to be, but if it came to the situation where she had to defend herself ... she would know what to do. And she trained powers, if she were ever to be disarmed. She hoped that Max didn't seek out her neck.

Liv was obsessed with keeping her neck safe. It was a really sensitive spot for her, and she didn't like it being threatened. Anyone who threatened to decapitate her, or do any real harm to her neck, she would strangle them until they died, probably. She didn't know why, but her neck was something that she just didn't like people touching. It scared her.

Carefully, Liv took her slightly foggy glasses off of her nose, and wiped them clean with her shirt. Just to get some of the fog off. She sighed, and placed them - a little rough - on her pink-ish colored nose. See what happens when you go to the beach? You get sunburned. Nothing ever good comes out of going to the beach. The ocean is bad luck. Dirty, rotten luck. Evil. E-V-I-L! No good. Nope. Okay, Avie is really gonna stop rambling right now because her muse is poo.

[Max Darke]

"Well, instead of practicing on those dummies - which I doubt would help you at all. After all, they are dummies. We could ... kill it a little. Fight me?"

That was both a tempting and repulsive offer. Tempting because it gave her a way to sort out her anger, get better at sword fighting and possibly learn if this girl was a threat, repulsive because if Olivia wasn't that good and Max ended up hurting her... well, that wouldn't be ALL that bad. But Olivia would beat her in a sword fight -- easy. Max had no experience. And what then? Max could always challenge her to a fist fight afterward. Max wieghed the question for several more seconds, then spoke.

"Okay. But you should know that I'm no good at weapon fighting." Max said. She then went down to the weapons table a few feet away and adjusted the spare dagger that was always kept in her boot, then she put down the sword she was holding and pulled out her locket!Dagger and flipped it in the air. It turned into a voodo bronze (or whatever it was called) dagger. . She then walked back to Olivia and readied herself. "Ready?" Max had a bad feeling about this. For some reason, it felt as if a storm was about to break. One that would wipe out most of the camp. It really wasn't good.

As soon as Olivia gave the word, Max pulled herself into a fighting position with her locket. A gut feeling still told her this was bad. So, so, so bad. She didn't know why, but she knew that it might involve her losing. Now, this was a fear she needed to get rid of, so she stood her ground and clenched her fist on the dagger, and shoved her foot into the ground.

Words: like, 280or something.
Muse: Failure...
Tagged: Avery/Olivia
Outfit: Clicky!
Notes: Hallo.
Credit: Stand in the Rain by Superchick for the song, and me (Aries) for making le template!

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