Let's Train in 100 Times Gravity

[shineinside]

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.

Comments

[bloodyashes]

[He takes the blanket and immediately slings it over his shoulders. Warm.]

I can keep pretty warm by moving around, but I certainly won't complain. ...It's very soft.

[Whoops she is possibly spoiling him.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Look, he's had a rough time of it and things aren't exactly going to be easy and relaxing in the near future, either. If he likes good-quality cloth, she's happy to provide it.]

Spider silk has its' benefits- with as much time as we spend in our webs, we want them to be comfortable.

And as I pointed out to another of our fellow castaways, I doubt you can keep moving constantly for the entire week. Not that I doubt your determination, merely that any of us save Ardyn can go that long without sleeping.

[bloodyashes]

[Oh Muffet, you have no idea. For all that he doesn't act like royalty, he still has a preference for the fancier comforts - silk sheets, down pillows, and the like.]

You don't have to worry on that front. I'm not such an idiot that I try to go without sleep. Not when I know it's an extended campaign like this.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Silk, she can do. For down he might have to go see if the chocobos have any to spare.]

Sadly, I've met a few people who seem intent on getting by on sheer stubbornness. Half the time I'm not sure whether I should respect their choices or drag them off somewhere safe for their own good.