Fencing

[Raziel]

Raziel arrived half an hour early. His sword was in a scabbard he had made for it.

[Kelsey Winters]

She was sitting on a desk that was always left in the gym for a reason mysterious even to the administration.

"Hey there - you're pretty early."

[Raziel]

"Of course, I may have a bit of talent in weaponary, but I'm no expert."

[Jordan Coles]

Jordan walked in clutching the hilt of a french Rapier, nodding to Raziel he motioned to his sword "Homemade scabbard?" He asked nodding again slowly "If their's one thing I've learnt if it's homemade it's better" He grinned slightly before resting against a wall and rubbing his eyes. Looking up he noticed Kel and simply waved slightly his free hand constantly resting on the hilt of his blade.

[Raziel]

Raziel looked at Jordan. "You are nosferatu?" Getting a blank look, Raziel changed his word. "Vampire, someone I used to travel with called vampires nosferatu."

[Jordan Coles]

"Nosferatu is the french idea of a vampire" He said smiling slightly "they see us some what more skeletal than we are however..." He slid out the thin blade, the concave hilt which curved around his hand protectivly was adorned with engraving's that curled all over, the blade itself was thin and if stood on the floor would go up to Jordan's waist, the tip which would normally be pointed had a small spherical cover for other's safety.

[Raziel]

Raziel saw the rapier. "Incredible weapon. Who or how was it made?"

[Patrick Hepditch]

Patrick walked into the room with a large Scabbarded sword his shoulder. "I'm not late am I?"

[Kelsey Winters]

Kel just shook her head. "No, you're not."

At her sides were two sheathes with swords in them. One had a curved guard, the other no guard at all. She wore black jeans and a black, sleevless shirt with blue accents, and she smiled.

"Nice to see you all hre... I'm glad we've got so many people who are so interested in this club."

[Patrick Hepditch]

"This should be fun at the very least.." He leaned the Sword against the wall and brought his Spartan Offficers sword out of his bookbag "Are there rules on what we can use?"

[Jordan Coles]

"I sure as hell hope not..." Jordan muttered smiling slightly pointing to a black duffell back near the door "I have a whole set with me" he looked down somewhat embarressed before raising his head "I couldn't decide on Rapier, Saber or short sword..."

[Faeylinn]

Faeylinn flew into the gym.
"Heya! What's up?"

[Patrick Hepditch]

Patrick noticed the voice and looked over his shoulder" You again?"

[Jordan Coles]

"How I want to throw my Rapier at you right now..." Jordan mumbled barely audible "Anyway are we going to get under way with this or not Kel?"

[Faeylinn]

She hovered in the air for a moment then flew back to the doorway.
"Fine, if you don't want me here then I'll leave."