Kiss and Tell? - Cameo / Anatra

Tyren Orca
Alba Orca
Mark Orca

High dive into frozen wastes,
where the past comes back to life

Tyren puts the phone down, happy with his new recollection of a team. Vy doesn't know Mark, it should be fun, Tyren would think. Tyren's thoughts race around the idea that Mark is actually quite the man for Vy. It's completely true. They're so similar. He's strong, she's strong. He's sarcastic, she's sarcastic. He's ultimately individual whilst she's also the same. That's what Tyren can grasp from it. It's not like Vy would go for Ty. He's probably too gentle. Emotions run too deep for Tyren whilst with Mark, they run so deep within him that they never surface, or so it seems.

"Right, let's get going." Tyren says to Alba. Alba is still sixteen. Soon to be seventeen, but that's barely any different from sixteen. Just a bit older, just a bit less boring. "Aye aye, sir." Tyren chuckles to himself as he remembers what he kept saying to Matthew whilst they went camping. 'Sir'. It was repeated so often, yet he barely caught on. It made Tyren laugh more than it should have at the time. Alba doesn't know the joke.

They enter the car and set straight off. They'll likely be there before Vy due to the gym being quite close. Alba had already told Mark that she was going, so it'll all fit together perfectly.

The doors slip open and the pair walk in. They see him straight away. He's not hard to miss if you know him. His hair is still on form as usual, his stubble less shaved than normal. He's carrying his heavy gym bag in one hand and in the other he's picking up a football it seems. There's so few people that actually play the minor sport, there's little point. But he must know some people that do. Tyren does, that's for sure. "Mark." Tyren nods at him civilly as though it hadn't been years since they'd spoken last. "Tyren?" Mark's gaze is rough. He doesn't even recognize Tyren. He can feel Mark's eyes on the scars on his neck. He doesn't bother hiding them. Tyren's wearing a black jacket with a black tank top underneath, and Alba's wearing the same except she doesn't have the black jacket. Mark's wearing a similar black jacket to Tyren, yet clearly different in some ways like the collar. Tyren's is short, Mark's is long - things like that. Mark offers a hand to Tyren. Tyren takes it very willingly. "It's been too long." Mark admits. "I really should have..." But Tyren interrupts him. "It's alright," He shrugs. "I'm cool with it. We all have things to do." Mark isn't happy with that explanation but he smiles regardless. He's not going to be the one to put Tyren down after just meeting him again. "Come on, ladies." Alba says. Mark shares an eye roll with Tyren which they both see as mutual thoughts. "She hasn't changed..." Mark mutters to Tyren as they enter the gym itself.

Mark picks up a rubber shield-like item. Alba picks up some rubber knives that aren't sharp but resemble the weight of normal ones. Throw-able in the same way. Tyren sits on the bench and watches as they stand a fair distance apart. Alba throws one, and it flies straight for Mark but he deflects it with the shield. Alba's eyes narrow, throwing another, then another. Mark successfully dodges one and blocks the other despite not needing to. Alba shakes her head, biting her lip in frustration. She then throws one, then another and then a final one which aims directly for where Mark could possibly go. First dodged, second blocked... But third, now that hits. A smirk raises to Mark's face, enjoying the time with his cousins finally.

Fight fear for the selfish pain,
it was worth it everytime

Tyren Orca
Alba Orca
Mark Orca

High dive into frozen wastes,
where the past comes back to life

Alba's throwing skills are peaking. They get better with every throw it seems. Mark's influence on her is very clear. He can have this effect on people who aren't necessarily used to the demanding process that he calls exercise. To them, it's exhaustion. She's been throwing for minutes. Not the usual time frame. She's hit him a few times, though. Tyren just keeps watching. He's been doing this a lot recently - just watching. Maybe it's for obvious reasons, but maybe he's just lazy today. "Hey, what's up?" Tyren hears from behind him, by the door as the woman comes in. It's Vy. He knew that from her voice, though. "Hey." He greets her generally. "Long time no see." He nods. "No shit." He smirks to himself. Her gaze is on those who are sparring in front, Tyren is curious as to whether she remembers Alba from anywhere. Though he has it set in his mind that Mark has never met her.

"She's getting better." He speaks to Vy quietly. "Needed a good trainer, I think." He adds. It's true though, that's exactly what she needs.

"Right, screw this. You're cheating." She has a smirk on her face. Mark raises a brow at her, unaware of anybody else joining the group just yet. He's focused, but not necessarily serious about this spar. "Why aren't you?" He asks her sarcastically. He's just got that edge on her right now. Soon enough, she'll have him figured but by then he'll have changed his tactics.

"That's Alba, my cousin." He says. He's not sure whether to say that Mark is his cousin. He is, but then he's not. He can't help but admit it though. "Mark too." He informs her. Mark's back is slightly toward Vy, not dangerously as then the knives would hit her and Tyren, but more or less side-on. He doesn't even notice. Usually he would. "Heard from Matthew recently?" He asks her just out of curiosity.

Fight fear for the selfish pain,
it was worth it everytime

Tyren Orca

If a lion, a lion roars would you not listen?

"I'm this District's best shot." She tells Mark. His thoughts vary towards her. The cockiness is a little off putting, but is it really? It just means she's confident. She's proving she can fight. She hasn't proven she's the best. Mark nods his head coyly. "I doubt it." The comment comes out. With Tyren finally getting a hit, it was always going to be his best. Though this one is a particularly good hit. "Who's the sly one now?" She manages to say despite the knock to her jaw that was rather rough. "We'll see, we'll see." He says, not wanting to say anything too harsh. Tyren had always been like this before. Fighting used to be serious for him though, until recently it's become a sport. Nobody cries over a sport unless they're taking it too seriously.

She knocks him backwards with her sword, a move that was only hindering to any assault Tyren had planned for her. He didn't though. He's playing too defensively. He's lost a lot of confidence in fighting this close. With a bow and arrow, you are safe. He doesn't appreciate the sword so well. She comes in again though, with another attack of her own. It slams onto the elbow of Tyren, which is a sensation that isn't welcome. The funny bone, yeah right. The pain bone, more like. It sends crawling blood all through his veins that he can now feel rushing around. The texture is like losing a limb which would have happened if he'd have been up against a real sword. It's not ultimately painful, though. He can push through it. "Aren't you supposed to kick my ass Tyren?" She says. Alba's face grows bitter. She really doesn't like being put down, it seems. "Come on Tyren, don't make me do it for you." She says. Like she could. She couldn't. She's too young, too delicate for a strong young woman like Vy. Their confidence matches, though. It's just a case of who is telling the truth. Alba isn't.

Mark shakes his head at Alba's seriousness. He really doesn't see why she's getting so worked up about it if Tyren himself isn't even doing so. It's confusing to say the least, but then understandable as well if one would pay attention to the fact she's very protective over him. It was her that sat by his bed the first and last time he got injured. Last in terms of so far, that is. Not like it's likely to ever happen again.

Tyren presses in now. He's not taking it as seriously as Vy perhaps is, but he's at least giving her a proper spar. She knows she'll win, he told her that much already. He just isn't feeling it right now. He probably won't ever again. Fighting has lost his touch, and his touch upon fighting has dissolved in every stressful situation that followed the pregames. Like salt on a slug, his capability lingers on the bitter edge of a knife. Everytime the knife stabs, his endurance weakens. At least now, he's finding something better to do with his life. It's just a case of what to do with the people around him. Matthew won't have him allowed to leave the Academy, which he wants to do now more than ever. The rest of the gang probably won't see him if he takes up a medical course, which is one of the only other options. Unless he takes up construction again.

His assault is real, for once. He comes in quick, the likes of which he is good at. He slashes once at once side, again at the other, and again. Two of which hit pretty well, his aim directed mostly for her aims in hopes of weakening them, giving him a better chance. By now, he's feeling the weakness in his own legs. He's always had weaker legs for some reason. Perhaps it's the way he's learned to walk, or run. Something of the like, it has affected his whole life in this small regard. "Maybe you should fight Mark, he's the proper career." He jokes, not meaning a word of it.

If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them?