Will the real Morning Training please stand up?

[spandexisyouth]

Morning Training happens every day in the city, and most days get handwaved. This training log happens January 30th.

FAQ: For any character confusion or questions. Answered enthusiastically by Maito Gai.
Breakfast: Provided by the combined efforts of Cinderella, Katakura Kojuro, Saya Tagaki.
Batch 1: Beginners under the age of fifteen. Taught by Prussia, Fakir, Auron, Steve Rogers.
Batch 2: Adult beginners. Under Saber, Kaoru Kamiya, Lightning Farron, Maito Gai, Tifa Lockhart.
Batch 3: Intermediate fighters, for sparring with each other. Overseen by Hyuuga Neji and Ling Yao. Please see list of random sparrers.
Batch 4: Experienced fighters, for sparring with each other. Overseen by Selendis. Please see list of random sparrers.
Weapon transformation: How to Change into Your Weapon Form. Yuuri, Ishida Mitsunari, Spirit.
Soul Perception: If you still don’t know by now-- Any of the Soul Perception people. Luna Lovegood, Azusa.
Partner training: How to Work Together as Partners. Tassadar and Nataku. Maka and Soul. Shizuo and Motochika. Eve.
Weapons handling training: Genesis, Tenten.
Shooting range: How to shoot things 101. Grit, Vash the Stampede, Leon. Fuu Hououji (for Archery).
Meister Ability helpers: Edgeworth, Death the Kid, Ryuuji.
Medics (and First Aid Training, lead by Naomi Kimishima): All the medical people.
Audience: Because some people just want to watch.
Watch: An area closed off to the Watch members who need any sort of special training.

For training via sparring, batches 3 and 4:
Kojurou
Saber
Itachi Uchiha
Hyuuga Neji
Selendis
Hiei
Chōsokabe Motochika
Steve Rogers
Maito Gai
Various NPCs (also available upon request)
Partner vs partner sparring is also good!

Feel free to make your own threads after all of the official threads are up!



Breakfast
Karkat [Open]
Nagi [Open]
Mitsunari [Open]
Matthew [Open]
Kiyomasa [Open]
Bakura [Open]
Byakuran [Open]
Tsurugi [Open]
Yukimura [Open]
Tenma [Open]
Santana [Open]


Batch One
Bakura [Open]

Batch Two
Nagi [Open]

Batch Three
Emil [Open]
Sapphire [Open]

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

Meister Ability
Masamune [Open]
Nagi [Open]
Howl [Open]

Medics/First Aid
Matthew [Open]
Duke [Open]

Audience
Max [Open]
Nagi [Open]
Hiko [Open]
Izaya [Open]
Fang [Open]
Bayonetta [Open]

Shooting Range
Naoto [Open]

General
Gai [Open]
Kanji [Open]
Kid [Open]
Amateresu [Open]
Kaoru [Open]
Naoto [Open]
Kratos [Open]
Yako [Open]
Clare [Open]
Raidou [Open]
Auron [Open]
Allen [Open]
Rhode [Open]

Comments

[willing_sheath]

[She tenses up for just a moment--because oh hey, voice out of no where a;skdgja;sdkg--BUT, that answers her question about the demon weapon anyway.]

[And actually... she recognizes that voice. Her look flattens out a bit, walking over to the halberd, crossing her arms.]

Ling-san? [Sounds like his voice, anyway.] You know I'm not a meister.

[forhispeople]

[Ling's face grins at her from the white metal of the blade. He waves a hand.]

Hiiiiiiii. Gosh, you are too hard to fool, you smartie. If you're not a Meister, you just can't resonate, they told me.

Pick me up! Let's see what you've got!

[willing_sheath]

[O-oh that's weird... can she be seen like that in her tessen form...? She had only transformed the one time, and it wasn't exactly high on the priority list to notice...]

[She stepped a bit closer, eyeing him up]

And you're sure you aren't going to burn me, right...?

[she is pretty sure she'll just wind up dropping him... but curiosity is winning out for the moment...]

[forhispeople]

Uh? Why would I burn my friend?

[Ling looks concerned, in there. He's also rather naked, but only the waist up is showing, and there are shadows cast over his chest.]

[willing_sheath]

I didn't say you would mean to... [She didn't mean to burn Kaoru's hands or dislocate her shoulder, but she sure as hell did.]

[But she doesn't look completely concerned about it--definitely more curious than anything if it could be picked out from her normal neutral expression.]

[She carefully reaches out and just taps the pole arm with a fingertip a couple of times, before gripping it and lifting him away from the wall. She glances up at his image in the reflective metal.]

Even though I know better it is so hard to realize this is actually you...

[forhispeople]

Eeek, aiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~! Miss Tomoe, your hands are cold!

[willing_sheath]

[ads;lgkajd;gkakdg--she almost fumbles him considering she wasn't expecting that reaction--and then quickly brings her other hand up to avoid letting him clatter to the ground.]

[She just gave him another flat look and then experimentally lifted him... primarily to see what would happen--this was still so bizarre.]

[forhispeople]

Oho. How cool you are, my lady~!

[He flashes her a crooked grin, finger and thumb on his chin.]

Well, that's okay, I prefer you hold me tight, even if your hands are little icicles. Fufufu!

[willing_sheath]

[Her arms tense as the weight comes off the ground--he was just a bit heavier than she was expecting, but not so much that she dropped him.]

[And still she couldn't quite register that this was technically his body.]

It is not that cold out here...

[She isn't about to attempt to swing him at all, she'll probably hurt herself--but she does slowly and carefully step back from the wall and turn him over in her hands, testing the balance in his weight and the placement of her hands.]

[God, she was so not a fighter...]

...

Have you resonated with anyone yet, Ling-san...?

[forhispeople]

Only with one person! Kanji.

[Teasingly, Ling puts his hands to his cheeks as if he's blushing, using a girlish voice.]

Ah, it was wonderful.... such a happy memory~ tee hee!

[Truthfully, it really bothers him that he's only found ONE person to resonate with-- and that neither Ed nor Ran Fan has been able to. He's terrified of being useless, powerless, and not needed.]

[Which means he feels the need to amp up the joking much more than usual. It's a shield to help himself from his negative emotions.]

[willing_sheath]

Was it here at the practices?

[She turns him back again, looking up at his image, raising a brow at the extra silliness but not questioning it--however, the experiment ended fairly abruptly when she almost drops him from the weakened grip of her left hand, recovering quickly and abruptly turning him up on end again to cover up the near fumble.]

[forhispeople]

Nope, it was in the park. Much more ambiance, you see.

Here, I'll help you out. You're right handed, yes? Put your right hand here--

[Mentally, he tries to guide her to the right spot, higher up on the shaft.]

And your left hand here. [Another mental nudge, and he prods the spot where she should put her hands, from inside the spear.]

Hold it so it's going diagonally, across your chest. Bend your elbows a little. You want to pretend you're trying to bar someone from coming in a door!

[willing_sheath]

[She tries to force any embarrassed color from finding her face. She had nothing to be embarrassed for! She wasn't a fighter--so what if she couldn't handle a pole? >__<;;;]

Yes, I am...

[She moved her hands according to the suggestion she felt more than heard, concentrating on her grip so she didn't fumble him again.]

[forhispeople]

Hey! That's really good! See, you're a natural. It's okay not to know. Most people here don't.

[Her discomfort is painfully obvious, he's trying to help her relax.]

Okay now, hold it so that it's horizontal, across your body and close to your waist. Take a deep breath.

Then step forward with your right foot and pretend you're trying to push someone back with the pole. You won't let them get by you!

[willing_sheath]

Mou... this would only be natural if you were a broom...

[nope. no relaxing here :/]

[But relaxation or not, she still follows his direction! Still looking as awkward and unsure as she feels, stepping forward and pushing the pole outward in a motion far too slow and weak to make any sort of difference. The fingers of her left hand still twitch oddly when her arms are fully extended while trying to hold her grip and she clenches her jaw in frustration that she can't hide it.]

[forhispeople]

Hmm. I'm not sure this is a good fit for you. It's a bit unwieldy, isn't it?

[willing_sheath]

[She doesn't waste a lot of time bringing him closer again before her grip fails her.]

Unfortunately... The only weapon I have any experience at all with is a kaiken... [and even then it was mostly just... carrying it. ha...]

[She moves him upright again, setting his weight to the ground.]

I suppose I should be thankful I'm a weapon and not a meister...

[forhispeople]

[Ling lets go of the weapon form and falls back into himself, feeling that strange inside-out turn as his body reforms.]

What is a kaiken? Is that what you turn into?

[willing_sheath]

[;aslkdjga;dgka--damn it, Ling, a little warning next time! She manages not to react to the sudden transformation outside of momentarily widened eyes but still--NOT USED TO THIS YET!]

Ah... [she shakes her head.] No, I'm a tessen. A kaiken is a dagger. [she motioned the rough size with her hands.]

[forhispeople]

[There's a gently playful grin on his face at her surprised look! Hi, standing too close to you. He takes a step back.]

A tessen, huh? Let's see it.

[He waves his hand as if to say, right now, let's go.]

[willing_sheath]

[She saddles him with a flat stare... before one brow quirks by the smallest fraction.]

You're a little demanding, no?

[still, she reached out a bit]

Here, give me your hand, then. [Because she wasn't going to clatter to the ground from four feet up when she didn't have to worry about scorching his palms off.]

1/2

[forhispeople]

I am? I was just being natural. How was that bad?

[He reaches out his hand and takes her tiny one in it, the callouses on the pads of his fingers rough on her soft, cold little digits.]

2/2

[forhispeople]

Oh my god! How is your hand this tiny?! It's like I'm holding hands with a kitten. A.... frozen kitten, that is.

[He rubs her fingers with his, trying to warm them.]

1/2

[willing_sheath]

. . .

[Well... she had been getting ready to put herself in the right mind frame to transform, but there went her concentration. Her eyes go bit wide between the commentary and the touch, her face flushing a bit because what the hell are you doing, Ling?]

2/2

[willing_sheath]

[--and then in an instant, no thought or concentration involved, she shifted into her tessen form. Apparently the key to swift transformations was embarrassment.]

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