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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But he doesn't really get why, so they're easy to push aside. ]
Awesome!
Is Ren around?
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They try, so very hard, to keep their face neutrally cheerful- but the crinkles at the corners of Chara’s eyes give away their laughter, to the perceptive eye.]
No, I don’t believe she is.
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[ No, seriously, something about this kid is really weird. But Magnus will be polite... ]
You got a name, kid?
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[The introduction is accompanied by a low bow. Weird kid they may be, but never let it be said they don't know their manners.]
I assume you are here to spar, mister..?
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[ Alright, he'll keep it in mind. ]
Magnus. And, huh, yeah. Where's that happening?
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If you haven't found yourself a sparring partner already, perhaps you would be willing to have a practice bout with me.
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[ Magnus stares blank-faced at the...very much smaller kid.
You've think he'd learn that size and age don't usually matter when it comes to being an apt fighter, but he's still caught off guard. Besides, most of the kids he's met that are good at fighting are more into magic fighting than physical. ]
I, huh, I dunno, kid. I mean--I guess? But huh...
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[Don't doubt them buddy they will genuinely stab you to make a point, all puns intended. Glancing about, they gesture to the open space beside them- enough of a clearing to have them a good several paces to fight in close quarters.]
Shall we?
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...yeah. Yeah, fuck it.
So, huh, what kind of fighting...? [ He considers his ax and his hatched, but...maybe hand to hand? Nope, that still seems weird.]
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[ He's really going to fight a goddanmn child. Magnus, what is your stupid life?]
I'll just use my....aaaax? I guess?
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Wonderful. In which case, I shall use this.
[Reaching behind themself, Chara pulls a hunting knife out from its place at the small of their back.]
I am ready. Please, feel free to not hold back.
[ =) ]
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[ This is a thing. This is a thing that's happening.
This is a small child with a very big knife and Magnus is having a lot of complicated emotions about this.]
Sssssure, huh...how about you go first?
1/2
[They pause for a moment, staring him down and turning the blade over in their hands.]
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Time to move, Magnus.]
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[ The surprise almost costs him his knee. Good think he's quick enough to throw himself to the side and out of the way, or this would be a really dumb way to lose partial leg function.
He takes a quick few steps back, holding his shield in the defensive, ready, though startled.]
Holy shit.
[ That is one stabby child.]
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It is a training session- and he did dodge, so Chara doesn't push for the advantage. Slowly circling around him with watchful eyes, it's fairly clear- his move. Is he going to wait it out?
Or is he about to rush in?]
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That is not a kid trying to just be tough, is it? Because that feeling sure did just wash away.
He holds his ax at the ready, eventually his unsure look replaced by furrowed brows and an attempt at concentration. He's a tank, not so much a strategic fighter, but... man, this is a really weird training session.]
Well alright then.
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So not much at all, really.
His change of expression is truly welcome, Chara allowing a few more moments before deciding that he won't be taking the opportunity to strike first. That's fine. They can keep ACTing.
And they start, initially, in what seems to be the precise, same motion- going for his knees, before they veer away at the last moment. So long as he's quick, their knife shouldn't strick its destination- his unprotected side.]
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Magnus does want to believe that this is just a really weird training sesh, but a tiny part of him at the back of his head has a tinsy winsy little bit of a legitimate fear that he might get stabbed by that very big, very sharp knife.
Instead of stepping back, he slides back with the foot on the unprotected side, turning on his other heel, attempting to use his shield to knock Chara off their feet with blunt force. About, huh, 50% of his strength. Still a small kid, after all. ]
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Not pleasant. They've had far worse.
But he doesn't know that. Which is why they don't bother getting up, making a few small, sad noises, as if they're about to cry. Gosh Magnus, what a villain you are. How could you.]
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And, you know, a dash of guilt and stuff. Because he's sure a big meaty beast of a man who just fucking slammed a shield against a tiny child. ]
Huh.
[ But they started it! Right? They're the one who wanted to fight! But...this still looks really shitty from any other angle.
Goddamnit. Goddamnit. ]
You alright there, kid?
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But since when is that new?]
Am I getting too old for that trick, do you think? [Are they no longer waifish enough, Magnus? Be honest here.]
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What the fuck is up with this kid?]
...you're kiiind of a weird one, aren't you?
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You have an immortal goldfish named Steve, that lives in a bubble. But sure, I'm the weird one.
[If you're going to give them the space for it, then fine- Chara's just going to pick themself off the ground, dusting off their clothes.]
Are you ready to continue?
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