lifeaftr | 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.

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[Chara has also been lingering around the edges, for the most part. They're extremely selective about who they fight and when, preferring to wait until the quieter parts of the day before taking to the mock battleground themself.

It's an opportunity to learn what others can do, more than upping their own game. They have their sparring partners, they don't need more.

But they are very interested to see what McCree has, pausing only momentarily before drifting his way. For science, of course.]

That depends. What is it?

[You can't bring a roomba to a knife fight McCree we don't have any sticky tape.]

[The lack of sticky tape isn't his fault. Or problem. Gosh!]

'S a barrier projector.

[Or it's...supposed to be. Considering that he's not sure the Storyteller would know what it is without McCree telling him about it, there's ever chance it's just...Not.

Or it's some cheap, shitty knock off of one.]

Little thing I got from the Storyteller - a replica from home so I'm not quite sure it's up to snuff.

[He raises an eyebrow at the kid, tilting it in his hands. It feels - light, but he's not sure how heavy it's supposed to be to begin with. Still, it doesn't look like much.]

A barrier protector. [They quirk a brow right back at him, not... exceptionally happy with the description of the thing, but they're sure he doesn't mean quite what their mind goes to.

But it does beg the question as to why he'd ask a literal child to help him out with some military-styled technology.]

And how may I be of assistance?

Let's Train in 100 Times Gravity

/SLAMS HANDS ON THE TABLE/ SCIENCE SCIENCE SCIENCE!!!!!

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