DeApp {Assignment 2} In which Kemta is a bully.

Talk about procrastinating deadlines...... sigh
At long last, after boo-boos and real life priorities, it's finally done.

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011: Get in Shape
Ok so maybe what happened in that Flower Market Masquerade or the County Fair was poor show. And maayybbee you gotten a bit flabby in your many many years as an apprentice. No need to fret, there are people in the HQ who can whip you back into shape!

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He's not fond of his new team, the Egyptian decides. A gardener, a book keeper, and a careless "reaper". Hardly a second passes for the consensus to be in the event of being cornered in an alley with a capable hunter they'd each be dead. Although he supposes he should give some room to remember he still hadn't formally introduced himself to them either, to feel them out of course. He could have read their files too, but Kemta's interest only seemed to hold long enough to flit through them before abandoning paper for more effective methods. In his opinion stalking was a much more telling of a person's character.....which sadly didn't improve his opinion of them after.

It was time Kemta decided, after a handful of weeks, to get a point across. Poor, poor Gabrielle was in for a hard lesson. Who in their right mind thinks a metal ring sufficient for a reaping, let alone full-on fight weapon? As far as he could see, he didn't even think there was a safe place for the girl to grab onto without the chance of cutting her hand wide open. A ridiculous weapon, and this was coming from an apprentice that prowled around with an oversized scythe of stained glass and petrified wood. How he got the cheery apprentice to the training grounds was of little importance, just so long as she showed. And she did thankfully.

He took extra care to consider his clothes prior. Heavy robes and the elderly facade would unfortunately have to stay carefully folded and locked away where Malachite couldn't try to burn them. Instead he chose lighter, easy moving robes, his shoulders stiff from the reminder of his full height and the weapon he balanced on them. Reactions to his eldritch self aside, the meeting and fight went exactly as he predicted. Undisciplined and careless. Of course after a few thousand years Kemta couldn't afford not to have honed his skills and overwhelmed the poor thing. Balancing the curve of his weapon above the girl, keeping Gabrielle forcibly in place, Kemta frowned from under his mask. There was no helping apprentices that had no business coming down to human plane, but as for an aspiring "reaper" there was no excuse for a lack of self defense. Nor room for "happy go-lucky" behavior in the middle of a hunter's war. Pushing his foot down in the safe crook of his weapon Kemta tilted the blade of the scythe closer to the girl's pale thin neck.

"Your training starts now." Kemta growled. He'd make his attention last long enough to make the reality check to sink in. After......well that was her fault wasn't it?

Time to get into shape.

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