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[CW: NSFW Scenario] i may be bad but i'm perfectly good at it
[A]
Eska couldn't be called one for much of what was thought of as the typical female hobbies. Her clothing was chiefly in the style traditional to the Water Tribes and she had no taste for seeking out other outfits. Her own was sufficient for her needs and displayed rank well enough so why should she? Shoes bore the same conclusion as clothing. Jewelry brought her some minor pleasure but given training, wearing much in the way of baubles was useless. One must be free to 'flow like water' and so it was the same with her. Food was food and one could only eat so much.
Thus marketplaces tended to hold little pleasure for the apathetic young woman. Today though was apparently a day of distractions and one would find Eska lingering before a store front window in thought. What was she looking at precisely?
[B]
"Guard to your left! You're too open!"
Eska's words are quick and clipped, flung out sharply as she moves into her next stance. Thought this moment was simply practice, a glance at the woman could find that she held this fight as serious as any other. Her eyes are icier, her expression firm and resolute. If she were simply playing around it would be one thing but now she's obviously trying to test her opponent's limits.
"You're too slow!" At that a tendril of water snapped in the air dangerously close to the other person, sharp enough to be more a whip than a mere flow of suspended water.
Eska is a rather brutal training partner.
[C]
[OOC: Feel free to pick your own scenario. Please stick to prose. :3]
[D]
This position was one that Eska was growing rather fond of honestly. The clothing had been questionable but she had been more than assured that whatever she felt the most comfortable in was what she should utilize. Beyond anything she was to project the image of absolute control, at least to the point of the customers wishes.
And if anyone knew how to exude control, it was the icy princess of the Northern Water Tribe.
In an outfit picked for the occasion, she settled the toe of a modestly heeled shoe against her newest client's shoulder as they kneel before her.
"Now what precisely did you wish to say to me."
Eska couldn't be called one for much of what was thought of as the typical female hobbies. Her clothing was chiefly in the style traditional to the Water Tribes and she had no taste for seeking out other outfits. Her own was sufficient for her needs and displayed rank well enough so why should she? Shoes bore the same conclusion as clothing. Jewelry brought her some minor pleasure but given training, wearing much in the way of baubles was useless. One must be free to 'flow like water' and so it was the same with her. Food was food and one could only eat so much.
Thus marketplaces tended to hold little pleasure for the apathetic young woman. Today though was apparently a day of distractions and one would find Eska lingering before a store front window in thought. What was she looking at precisely?
[B]
"Guard to your left! You're too open!"
Eska's words are quick and clipped, flung out sharply as she moves into her next stance. Thought this moment was simply practice, a glance at the woman could find that she held this fight as serious as any other. Her eyes are icier, her expression firm and resolute. If she were simply playing around it would be one thing but now she's obviously trying to test her opponent's limits.
"You're too slow!" At that a tendril of water snapped in the air dangerously close to the other person, sharp enough to be more a whip than a mere flow of suspended water.
Eska is a rather brutal training partner.
[C]
[OOC: Feel free to pick your own scenario. Please stick to prose. :3]
[D]
This position was one that Eska was growing rather fond of honestly. The clothing had been questionable but she had been more than assured that whatever she felt the most comfortable in was what she should utilize. Beyond anything she was to project the image of absolute control, at least to the point of the customers wishes.
And if anyone knew how to exude control, it was the icy princess of the Northern Water Tribe.
In an outfit picked for the occasion, she settled the toe of a modestly heeled shoe against her newest client's shoulder as they kneel before her.
"Now what precisely did you wish to say to me."