I'm like the ringleader [OPEN]
Characters; Quistis Trepe, OPEN
Setting/Location; New Utopia training grounds
Date & Time; Second day in NU, noon
Warnings; None yet
Briefing; Quistis decides to train.
The corners of her lips curled into a small frown as Quistis ran her fingers along her whip, the direct contact of skin against Malboro leather feeling oddly foreign to her.
Having been branded by the magical tattoo the previous day, the mark made it nearly impossible for the blond to continue wearing her standard leather gloves, forcing her to detach the protective gear from the matching sleeves that donned her arms. She had been reluctant at first- ever since she had picked up the whip as a young cadet, she had always worn gloves when handling her weapon. They improved her performance, providing her with a firmer grip and giving her one less thing to worry about in case the end of her whip caught her hands in a hasty maneuver. In a sense, it had almost become a sort of security blanket for her... and eight years later, the stripping of the buttery material made her feel strangely naked.
Now, standing in the middle of the training grounds, Quistis furrowed her eyebrows in concentration as she assumed her offensive stance. Flexing the slender fingers of her right hand for several moments, Quistis then curled her digits around the handle of Save the Queen, giving the whip a tentative squeeze before slowly raising her arm overhead. In an instant, she brought the limb back down swiftly, flicking her wrist with expertise at the last minute- a satisfying "crack!" met her ears as the end of the barbed leather snapped against the earth, the familiar vibration that traveled up her arm causing for Quistis to crack a small smile.
It wouldn't take too much to adjust to- it was just exposed skin, after all.
Setting/Location; New Utopia training grounds
Date & Time; Second day in NU, noon
Warnings; None yet
Briefing; Quistis decides to train.
The corners of her lips curled into a small frown as Quistis ran her fingers along her whip, the direct contact of skin against Malboro leather feeling oddly foreign to her.
Having been branded by the magical tattoo the previous day, the mark made it nearly impossible for the blond to continue wearing her standard leather gloves, forcing her to detach the protective gear from the matching sleeves that donned her arms. She had been reluctant at first- ever since she had picked up the whip as a young cadet, she had always worn gloves when handling her weapon. They improved her performance, providing her with a firmer grip and giving her one less thing to worry about in case the end of her whip caught her hands in a hasty maneuver. In a sense, it had almost become a sort of security blanket for her... and eight years later, the stripping of the buttery material made her feel strangely naked.
Now, standing in the middle of the training grounds, Quistis furrowed her eyebrows in concentration as she assumed her offensive stance. Flexing the slender fingers of her right hand for several moments, Quistis then curled her digits around the handle of Save the Queen, giving the whip a tentative squeeze before slowly raising her arm overhead. In an instant, she brought the limb back down swiftly, flicking her wrist with expertise at the last minute- a satisfying "crack!" met her ears as the end of the barbed leather snapped against the earth, the familiar vibration that traveled up her arm causing for Quistis to crack a small smile.
It wouldn't take too much to adjust to- it was just exposed skin, after all.