Ruben Lundqvist
Let's get this started!
Mon Mar 20, 2017 19:39

Fighting was easily one of Ruben’s favourite pasttimes. Though he had to be careful who he shared that with sometimes, and more importantly, how he went about phrasing it, especially here. The Swede had a sneaking suspicion that it didn’t sound quite as casual in English as in his native tongue. Admittedly, his interest in it wasn’t entirely casual, but his enjoyment of it was. He had a huge passion for martial arts, having first been introduced to the miracles of glíma by a group of upper-years at Durmstrang, and certainly that physical aspect of grappling was pretty satisfying. Glíma also made use of weapons, which supplemented the staffwork that all students learned as part of Durmstrang’s emblematic athletics program.

In addition to these delightful physical matches, Ruben was also pretty adept at wandwork. It didn’t come as naturally to him as some, but he liked the challenge of it, and had practiced hard in his younger years. He’d been part of the dueling club at Durmstrang since his second year, so, seeing as RMI lacked anything to satisfy his physical needs (Quidditch was their only sports team and he’d long considered it pointless), it had been only logical to join the dueling club. Dueling kept his reflexes sharp, and he figured he could keep in physical shape on his own efforts. Even though he couldn’t properly practice sparring here, he had at least been able to continue his exercise routine, and he was pleased to note in his bedroom mirror that the limber musculature he’d worked so hard to acquire hadn’t faded in the least.

He stood within sightline of another mirror now, although instead of in the dorm, it was in the school’s practice lab. Twirling his oaken wand between two long fingers, he gave a cursory glance over his appearance... not that it was particularly different since he’d gotten changed and headed here, but he liked keeping an eye on his presentation. There was a certain vibe he gave off, and Ruben sought to continue it, even though there were safety measures to defer to in an active environment like this - namely, his skin-tight jeans, which had been traded in for the pair of loose cotton pants he always wore when exercising. They were in good shape, though the olive fabric was a little faded in the knee from repetitive wrestling moves. A pair of ankle straps kept them from flapping around and they were also, of course, tucked into his normal red-and-black high-tops. He’d have preferred to go barefoot, but apparently that was unnecessary for the type of dueling they did. Pft.

The pants and the bit of red on his shoes were the only splash of colour on him. His tee shirt tank top (it felt like ages ago that he’d cut the sleeves off to be what he considered stylishly ragged) was solid black with a blurred grey image of a skull and crossbones. He was still wearing his leather wristbands, too, which were also black, although he’d replaced the spiky one with something less abrasive as a precaution. Even the tie holding back his braided hair was black. But, okay, his hair wasn’t black, yet. He was seriously considering dying it again, but for now, it was his usual dark blond. Reaching up as he spotted it in the mirror, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, and then turned to face Rose as he saw her approaching.

She asked to partner up, and he smirked down at her. “Ja, if you think you can take me, I am game.” Game was new in his English vocabulary. Apparently it was proper slang. He needed more of that. It seemed appropriate to greet her properly, since they were about to duel, so he extended his hand to shake firmly. “Ruben. Maybe we should move a little in this way,” he suggested, taking a few steps to the left to give the dueling partners next to them more space. Pacing back appropriately, he took up his starting stance, knees bent slightly, feeling jittery with anticipation. He would wait for her to make the first move, though; he wanted to get a sense of her style.

  • It's time to d-d-d-d-duel! [Ruben] - Rose Farnon, Mon Mar 20 07:42
    As with most things, Rose took Dueling Club very seriously. Not necessarily because she expected to ever use her dueling skills in a practical environment, but rather because at the heart of things,... more
    • Let's get this started! - Ruben Lundqvist, Mon Mar 20 19:39
      • Ready, set, rumble! - Rose, Mon Mar 27 04:54
        “You’re on,” Rose flashed a grin at Ruben. She liked challenges. She was usually good at challenges. And although she hadn’t paid enough attention to the new kid to figure out if he was going to be a ... more
        • Bet you can't catch me - Ruben, Wed Mar 29 21:13
          Ruben’s smirk didn’t fade. Not when he caught Rose checking him out - if anything, that caused it to broaden and he was more than happy to return the gesture, blue eyes skimming across her body to... more
          • Wanna bet? - Rose, Thu Mar 30 04:54
            Ruben dodged her first spell, which Rose was both surprised by and unsurprised by. She had expected him to respond with another spell, mostly because that was what most people did when they dueled.... more
            • Sure, I could use the cash - Ruben, Thu Mar 30 15:57
              Rose did wind up dodging his second spell, which he made mental note of. It was always good to know who was willing to play along with him in turning a duel away from pure magic. Because of course... more
              • Damn. Instead of being knocked into the hole and stuck there by her leg-locker curse, Ruben had rolled into the hole of his own accord and used it to protect himself. She wasn’t entirely sure if her... more
                • As he jumped out of the hole, Ruben overheard the spell she used on his first ball of thorns. It wasn't one he recognized, which he supposed wasn't too unusual: if he imagined taking his Dark Arts... more
                  • Well I'm certainly not losing - Rose, Mon Apr 3 04:42
                    Oh Merlin, had Ruben just punched a rock ? Rose snorted and tried to prevent herself from entering full-on giggles. Blasting the rock was something she expected, but it took a special kind of person... more
                    • Are you sure about that? - Ruben, Tue Apr 4 01:18
                      Excellent. He’d caught her. A swell of satisfaction washed over him as he watched his jinx hoist Rose into the air. Technically, his was the first injury, but he didn’t think it exactly counted. She... more
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