一篠 優花・Yuka Ichijou・Reflector Shine (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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lifeaftr2018-01-10 03:59 pm
shineinside) wrote in lifeaftr2018-01-10 03:59 pm
Entry tags:
- hollow knight: the knight,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- original: erika fisher,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ kingdom hearts: xion,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ original: kyouko kougami,
- ✖ original: sonje forstner,
- ✖ original: yuka ichijou,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ soul eater: maka albarn,
- ✖ tales of the abyss: asch the bloody,
- ✖ the adventure zone: magnus burnsides,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
Let's Train in 100 Times Gravity
Who: Anyone who wants to come by! Tag in, thread with Yuka, thread with each other, whatever you want.
What: Combat training/practice.
When: Sunset, each night for a week minimum.
Where: East end of Islet 1.
Warnings: Possible blood if things get out of hand, implied 80s training montage songs
Yuka chose this location because the ground was level, there was enough space for people to move around, and nobody was really using it for anything else. No wild beasts, no fish people to disturb, no strange psychological effects... the ideal place for people to gather for an hour or two and get some good-natured fighting in. The snow on the ground wasn't ideal, she supposed, but that stuff was everywhere, so they'd just have to make do. It'd probably be snowing during the invasion, anyway.
Each evening, as the sun inched towards the horizon, Yuka set her other tasks aside to come out and wait. Jug of wassail sitting at the edge of the space, bundled in warm clothes and scarves, Yuka paced, wondering if this was really going to be worth the time. Are there people willing to spend that much time to train others when there's so much else that needs doing? Can someone even learn enough to make a difference in this little time? For that matter, are these shadow monsters something you can even fight with your fists? If nothing else, it would be good to do some physical activity in just to get her mind to stop going in circles.
For those who arrived early, there would be less to do, but even just talking through what different fighting skills people had would be useful for later on. Once more people arrived, those who use similar weapons could work together, and those with more combat experience could work with those with less. Or, people who know each other or are curious about each other's abilities could seek each other out for a sparring match.
So: Fight, teach, learn, take breaks, drink, chat. Bring your own wassail if you can - Yuka's can only stretch so far.
What: Combat training/practice.
When: Sunset, each night for a week minimum.
Where: East end of Islet 1.
Warnings: Possible blood if things get out of hand, implied 80s training montage songs
Yuka chose this location because the ground was level, there was enough space for people to move around, and nobody was really using it for anything else. No wild beasts, no fish people to disturb, no strange psychological effects... the ideal place for people to gather for an hour or two and get some good-natured fighting in. The snow on the ground wasn't ideal, she supposed, but that stuff was everywhere, so they'd just have to make do. It'd probably be snowing during the invasion, anyway.
Each evening, as the sun inched towards the horizon, Yuka set her other tasks aside to come out and wait. Jug of wassail sitting at the edge of the space, bundled in warm clothes and scarves, Yuka paced, wondering if this was really going to be worth the time. Are there people willing to spend that much time to train others when there's so much else that needs doing? Can someone even learn enough to make a difference in this little time? For that matter, are these shadow monsters something you can even fight with your fists? If nothing else, it would be good to do some physical activity in just to get her mind to stop going in circles.
For those who arrived early, there would be less to do, but even just talking through what different fighting skills people had would be useful for later on. Once more people arrived, those who use similar weapons could work together, and those with more combat experience could work with those with less. Or, people who know each other or are curious about each other's abilities could seek each other out for a sparring match.
So: Fight, teach, learn, take breaks, drink, chat. Bring your own wassail if you can - Yuka's can only stretch so far.
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Okay, no, Yuka can feel it too. ]
You're the first one. Other people ought to be showing up later... [ I mean, they're basically right next to their house. ] Are you going to fight, too?
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[ see, look at that! She's being responsible. Praise her, Yuka. ]
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Yuka glances down at the bundle under Kyouko's arm, but doesn't ask about it. ]
Well, there was Paragon Diamond, right? She was at least shaped like a human, so that's about the closest experience we have to this kind of combat... [ Their fight against each other doesn't count and she's not bringing it up. ]
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[ she makes a fluttery gesture with her free hand. it's kind of impossible to tell whatever it was supposed to convey and Kyouko just steams on ahead like she got the message across anyway. oh well. ]
I guess I'm just kinda scared I don't know my own strength. But once I get an idea of how everyone else fights, I'll be ready!
[ she makes to punch her palm and almost drops the little bundle of wool, like she'd forgotten she was holding it. She splutters and scrabbles to catch it before it drops and then when it's safely in her hands, she gives Yuka a grin. ]
Right, right, I almost forgot! Yuka-chan, close your eyes, okay?
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[ Yuka recalls what happened last time she told Kyouko to close her eyes, and is suddenly feeling very self-conscious as she closes her eyes, holding her breath for whatever Kyouko is planning. ]
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Tah-dahhhhh! You can open your eyes now! Uh, you can probably tell what it is without that anyway, but go ahead!
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Still, even if it isn't a kiss, Yuka perks up when she realizes what Kyouko gave her. She picks up one end to look it over, leaving the rest wrapped around her neck. ]
Oh, thank you so much! Did Tataru make this, or...
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[ any other girlfriend would think 'dumped into the most unforgiving isekai imaginable' would get them off the hook for christmas. kyouko does not, evidently. ]
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