#thread: thorin

[alicexbclcflcur]

closed // thorin&alice

There seemed to be a tension hanging at the Institute these days, wherever she went she felt like her brother was always there, watching her. She hadn’t spoke to him since his arrival, since their big blow out of an argument which had led her to kicking the shit out of a dummy later that night before crying in a heap on the floor. Whenever she saw his face she acted on impulse, grabbing her gear and her weapon and patrolling the streets, it didn’t matter what time of day it was. She went out looking for trouble and she went out alone. She was aware that this probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but in her mind she didn’t care, as long as she got away from her brother she could deal with the consequences. 

However the consequences seemed to be far mightier tonight. It started out like it always did, a Downworlder here and a demon there, it never ended in a fight, but it normally ended in a heated debate. Something she felt she was good at. Sometimes. She had just turned down the alley beside Pandemonium when she got the alert, a greater demon not far from where she was and without thinking she headed in it’s direction. Now she was face to face with a very pissed off demon, it wasn’t backing down and she felt she couldn’t either, she curse to herself as she acted in a moment of hesitation and started to run, hopefully given her a little time to think of a plan as it chased after her through the back alleys of New York.

@thxrinbelefleur

[alicexbclcflcur]

closed // thorin&alice

Alice liked to think she knew her brother well, even if they had only recently been close she knew that when it came to training Thorin was laser focused, apart from today. He hadn’t blocked her easy and predictable hits, was barely putting any effort into his assault and frankly it was pissing her off. When she managed to knock the long sword from his hand she relented, throwing up her hands and looking at her sibling. “Alright, what’s going on- because I don’t mean to be rude but you’re fighting has taken a dramatic decrease and I’m pretty sure you can’t blame it on the injury now. You better not be letting me win, because I swear if you are I’m going to really show you my wrath and trust me when I say you don’t want to be on the other end of that.”

@thxrinbelefleur

[mastersnowdrift]

The Dojo was quiet with the morning’s session ended and his first group of students off to their daily lives. Snowdrift contented himself with ‘sparring’ one of the dojo’s many punching bags, a gift from an unexpected and entirely anonymous benefactor. Had this punching bag been a person, and that person not had the benefit of the bag’s tether to the ceiling, Snowdrift would have smacked them into next month. Light on his feet, the huge Pandaren bobbed to duck the counter punch a real opponent might have had. His finishing stride was a quick double rap to the ‘head’ of the bag, followed by an uppercut.

His opponent was not one with a face. Age was doing a number on Snowdrift; twelve years ago he could have managed this much more easily and without any panting…the panting that he felt now. He regarded the punching bag a moment, then let loose a long breath that seemed to rattle out of his throat. Shrugging his shoulders to loosen them, the old Pandaren sat at a chair that overlooked the street. His dark brown eyes closed a moment.

Wan Snowdrift looked out on the street to meet the accosting eyes of a figure with long hair…a figure with powerful bearing that he didn’t recognize off the top of his head. It was the way others moved about them that indicated their presence of being, and Snowdrift was nothing if not curious at times like this. He bowed his head slightly to them.

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