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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[The Batter still isn't optimistic but he can't deny that. Rather then acting alone or running around like chickens with their heads cut off, they all calmly decided to work together, pool everything they had into surviving one more night together.
He wonders if that's what 'continuing' is supposed to mean.]
They are all trying.
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[One more night, then one more day, then one more week or month or year. Muffet knows the value of a community from her long efforts to organize her fellow monsters for spiderkind, and she'll never discount its importance.]
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One more day. Just to live one more day.]
It is good. I hope it's enough.
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[Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...]
You know, it occurs to me that even though we spoke at the party, I never asked your name- my apologies for the lapse.
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I am the Batter. I don't think I know your name either.
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My name is Muffet. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Batter.
[It sounds a bit more like a title than a name, to her, but she's not going to judge another world's culture.]
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Same.
[Nailed it.]
Probably can wrap this here.