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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...Tell you what. My shack's over there. [She folds her arms across her chest, offers a sympathetic grin. Layering on the "embodiment of chill" act piece by piece.] Go inside, take a hot drink, and I won't follow you or ask you any more questions. I won't come in until you leave. Then, one day, after this bullshit with the sun is over with, you can tell me what I need to know. And I'll listen for real that time. That gives you a week without me bugging you to decide what you do and don't want to say.
For the record, this ain't pity. It's respect. Do we have a deal?
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[It isn't liable to be much.]
[The back of one hand goes to the corner of one eye. Pressing, pressing, as if by applying that weight, he might force it all back.]
I'll...I think I need to pass right now.
[For all that she's not like Jay, sometimes he can be grateful for that fact; for how she won't push him for answers at his most vulnerable, because he's more likely to yield.]
But, uh - I wanna...yeah.
We can talk. After this is over.
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[She's thinking about how she should have pressed him. Answers, but at the cost of his trust, probably. Thinking about how after the week is up, he's going to cop out. Tell a satisfying story that's less truth than it is "don't ask".]
[Gobbet can't help but feel she's made a mistake.]
Yeah, sure. I'll see you in a week, then, yeah?
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[It's not a perfect solution. He told her too much. He broke down. He's not - none of this is ideal. But she skimmed the edge of a memory off his head, through no fault of her own, because that's just what the world decided to do that go around.]
[It's the closest thing to a solution he has.]
In a week.
[Assuming the world's still intact by then.]
[Assuming a lot of things.]
Probably wrapped unless you have more to add?
[Gobbet reaches for her sickle, gently petting the head of a black rat who poked its nose out of her knapsack along the way. She's still got a lot of practice to do. Besides, she has the feeling Tim's done talking.]
[It's not in her nature to pity someone, but that doesn't mean she can't feel...sympathetic. He was struggling, to put it lightly, and she was a wall of questions and confrontations that he made the conscious decision to throw himself against. Even if he regretted it now, she still respected him for trying.]