[Open] Morning Training! - February 25th

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Characters: Everyone!

Location: Training Grounds, Shibusen

Rating: PG-13 for violence

Time: 6am to 9am

Description: Every morning in the city, Morning Training takes place to prepare the guests of the city for the war. It's handwaved most days, but approximately once a month this gets played out in a log. This log takes place on February 25th.

Official Areas:


FAQ: Questions answered by Maito Gai
Breakfast: Run by Cinderella, Katakura Kojurou, Saya Tagaki, Yugo
Batch One: Beginners under the age of 15. Run by Auron, Steve Rogers, Deryn.
Batch Two: Adult beginners. Run by Maito Gai, Tifa Lockhart, Cloud.
Batch Three: Intermediate fighters. Overseen by Hyuuga Neji and Ling Yao. Please see list of random sparrers.
Batch Four: Experienced fighters, for sparring with each other. Overseen by Haruka.
Weapon Transformation: How to find your form. Run by Yuuri, Spirit.
Soul Perception: If someone doesn’t know by now. Run by Azusa.
Partner Training: How to work together as partners. Run by Tassadar; Maka and Soul; Shizuo; Eve; Crona and Ragnarok.
Weapons Handling Training: Run by Genesis Rhapsodos, Tenten, Kerrigan.
Shooting Range: How to Shoot. Run by Leon, Naoto.
Meister Ability Helpers: How to find it out. Run by Death the Kid, Edgeworth.
Finding a Partner: For unpartnered Meisters and Weapons to mingle and find each other. Overseen by Sasame.
Fighting Witches: Speak to an actual Witch and find out some of what you're facing. Run by Cybele.
First Aid Training: Training run by Naomi Kimishima, Megumi, Kira Izuru.
Medics: A place for the medics to get to know each other and mingle.
Watch: For Watch people (and prospective new members) to gather, talk, and train.

Hug Brigade: Come get hugs!

For training via sparring:
Katakura Koujurou
Hyuuga Neji
Steve Rogers
Crona
Maito Gai
(Various NPCs available upon request)
Partner vs Partner sparring is also good!

Feel free to make your own open threads!



Breakfast
Ryoki [Open]
Bakura [Open]
Yami Bakura [Open]

Batch Two
Flora [Open]
Santana [Open]
Mitsuba [Open]


Batch Three
Takuto [Open]
Mithos [Open]

Batch Four
Amateresu [Open]
Raidou [Open]
Lili [Open]

Shooting Range
Death The Kid [Open]
Yami Bakura [Open]
Bakura [Open]

Finding a Partner
Stripperella - Meister [Open]
Ryoki - Weapon [Open]
Amateresu - Meister [Open]
Demona - Meister [Open]
Bakura - Weapon [Open]
Flora - Weapon [Open]
Londo - Weapon [Open]
Yami Bakura - Meister [Open]
Leo - Meister [Open]
Hades - Weapon [Open]
Yako - Weapon [Open]
Jules - Weapon [Open]
Kei - Weapon [Open]

Watch
Stripperella [Open]
Takuto [Open]
Duke [Open]
Neji [Open]
Mithos [Open]
Aion [Open]

General
Saya [Open]
Stripperella [Open]
Darcia [Open]
Ryoki [Open]
Gai [Open]
Demona [Open]
Takuto [Open]
Bakura [Open]
Kanji [Open]
Amateresu [Open]
Naoto [Open]
Raidou [Open]
Auron [Open]
Flora [Open]
Yami Bakura [Open]
Junpei [Open]
Leo [Open]
Aion [Open]
Hades [Open]
Itou, Qilby, Megumi, castmates [Closed]
Spirit [Open]
Hanabi [Open]
Qilby [Open]
Ed Elric [Open]

Comments

[CLOSED TO QILBY and MEGUMI and CASTMATES]

[pawned]

[It's a good day to be up and about.]

HEY i'm one of those!

[dissenter]

[it'd been slow going, this training. he didn't even have to pretend to be as frail as he was -- that's what age and ten thousand years' imprisonment do to a person -- and even though he knew this was a necessary exercise, even qilby had trouble hiding his frustration some mornings. he hated weakness. especially when it was his own.

but today, though he shows up a little later than normal, the old eliatrope's in high spirits, looking as if he's shed a few hundred years. he greets itou amicably, positively beaming.]

Aah-- please forgive me, Itou. You know I don't make a habit of being tardy.

No you aren't

[pawned]

That's not a problem. [PLEASANT SMILE, and then he's tilting his head to the side in obvious inquiry.] A good morning, I take it?

[Here, have your short wooden sword.]

>:(

[dissenter]

They very rarely aren't good. [which is a blatant lie, but you'd believe it, looking at him.

he accepts the weapon, which has grown rather familiar in the past few weeks. not quite like an old friend, rather more like a second-least-favorite aunt who visits far too often. but it's fine. though he's made it very clear through his constant (false) reminders that he's not much of a fighter... he's quite up for a spar today.]

Good or bad, I find it has little effect on my swordsmanship. [le smile. it's almost... cheeky.] That being said-- perhaps I am feeling lucky today.

>: )

[pawned]

[If you say so.] A spar to warm up, then, before the usual instructions?

[Although so far, Itou doesn't seem to have any judgments for or against Qilby's swordsmanship. He's aware that the man's something of a beginner, and Itou sort of is right now, too. As far as he can tell, their progress is fairly quick given the disadvantages they have in number of limbs.

Still, it's healthy to be wary. The only people he can trust here are the members of the Shinsengumi and Megumi. So while he doesn't have any animosity against Qilby, he watches his back.]

[Itou steps back a proper distance, since where they are is a good place as any.]

[dissenter]

[he graciously nods his assent, ever-regal, even while he's basically agreeing to get his butt handed to him.

he doesn't resent the other man, though. on the contrary, he's quite glad he managed to dupe someone into teaching him all this crap! the aches and bruises will be worth it later -- "it'll be worth it later" is an ostensibly-comforting sentiment he's very well acquainted with.]

A warm-up, as you say. [qilby waits until there's adequate space between the two of them then, meeting the other's eyes, flashes a quick smile before taking up a rough approximation of a fencing stance.

a second later, he seizes the first strike: a light, testing jab at itou's torso.]

[pawned]

[It's good that Qilby has taken the first strike, because Itou always offers it up anyway. Defense is best learned the hard way, at any rate.]

[He deflects that lightly with his own practice sword, thumb up and blade down as he's learned is easier for defense. However, that's a clear sign that he's not going to move in for an attack any time soon. Take your time, Qilby.]

[dissenter]

[oh, this again.

qilby had always been an aggressive fighter (when he had the force to back up that aggression) so this poking and prodding simply makes him weary. it's so much more fun to have your opponent on the run -- which itou certainly is not -- and so, frowning, he makes his next thrust a bolder one, advancing forward a step.

time is the one thing he has a lot of, but if the other man won't attack, qilby'll just have to insist on it. keep things moving.]

[pawned]

[Deflecting that again, and stepping in at closer range. It brings his weapon to bear even with the unusual way he's holding it, because what is range? Depending on Qilby's next step, Itou might start counter attacking.]

[dissenter]

[personal space, itou...

qilby responds to the shortened distance between them by jumping back. it's an awkward sort of movement -- considering he has to keep his right side forward -- but with no apparent fear of attack, he soon follows through with a swing angled downward at his opponent's legs. he puts perhaps a bit too much of himself into it, but it's been an admittedly tough transition from a large scythe to a dinky little stick.]

[pawned]

[Itou knows all about personal space and encroaching in someone else's.]

[It's always bad to outbalance yourself, Qilby. Itou steps backward, going low -- and instead of deflecting the stick back, he hooks it using the angle between his blade and handguard in the same direction it was already going at in the first place. He doesn't pull it hard enough to cause a stumble, but the intention is to pin the weapon down long enough to make a point: Some reach is never worth the disadvantage in balance. And then he lets it go just as quickly, in case Qilby pulls a strike up and Itou certainly doesn't want to get hit by that.]

[dissenter]

[he's held there, blade and arm overextended, for a second. glancing up, eyes slightly narrowed, he makes a faint sound of acquiescence -- he gets the point. he doesn't like it, but he gets it.

balance had never before been an issue for someone who simply danced around the rules of spatial relationships; it's been strange, having to think about these things in battle. it's a good thing itou pulls back, as qilby does follow through with a swing and a miss.

but the lesson's learned, however begrudgingly, and so he doesn't chase it down with a second swing. instead, he hangs back, blade up in a ready position.]

[pawned]

[It's moments like this that Itou wonders again at Qilby's real nature. No one can be that pleasant at that age without hiding something. Itou would know, because despite being worlds younger, he can be about as pleasant as Qilby and about as jaded as a moss-filled pond.

Itou flips the short sword in his hand in a more traditional hold and advances. There's no attack forthcoming yet from him.]

[dissenter]

[how infuriating. surely itou knows how infuriating this is. he's infuriating too.

jaw set, qilby forsakes defense once more (to his credit, he lasted more than five seconds that time) and opts to meet the other man's advance with a harsh, overhead slash. he'll give him a reason to be unbalanced. it'd be so much easier -- so much more entertaining -- if he could pull off a trick or two to mix things up, but kings were supposed to fight with honor...]

[pawned]

[Itou knows, but naturally, he doesn't care.

Oh, no, Itou doesn't give two shits about honor when it comes to battling. He's a samurai of the highest rank, but in a war, one of the first things he learned was that refusing to be underhanded once in a while means death. In a foreign world, that's probably even more of a fact.]

[So when Qilby raises his arms like that, he ducks and steps in, and promptly applies an elbow onto gut. He moves quickly, but not fast enough that Qilby can't dodge or retaliate.]

[dissenter]

[qilby sees what's happening just before it happens and, cursing inwardly, he stiffens to take the hit, letting out all his breath in one go. he doesn't end up on his knees, completely winded like he would have, but it hurts just as much you'd think a sharp elbow in your stomach would.

he stifles a groan and brings his arm (still awkwardly gripping his weapon) to reflexively cradle his middle. but he's not forgotten he's still in a fight and -- seeing how itou was so kind to duck down for him -- brings his knee up in retaliation.]

[pawned]

[Itou takes that knee at the side-ish -- dodging is awkward and blocking with a non-existent hand is impossible -- but instead of stiffening, he allows his body to take it pliantly and drops completely to the ground. It hurts a bit, but not as much as his arm had burned when it had been ripped off, or the bullet holes on his chest, and he had shrugged those off well enough. Itou's foot thrusts out a moment later to sweep Qilby's legs from under him.]

[dissenter]

[although it's pretty obvious he's not the most accomplished swordsman in the galaxy, qilby has shown a surprising nimbleness in the past few weeks. perhaps not quite as nimble as most of the other (younger) fighters, but certainly not bad at all for someone thousands of years old. he's got at least a few surprises left, it seems.

it's certainly not entirely his strike that's landed itou down there and so he quickly anticipates the sweep. leaping straight up, long legs bent under him, he avoids the trip and brings his sword down on his descent. he even allows himself a little self-indulgent grin -- he'd always preferred his enemies on the ground.]