[Open] Morning Training! - February 16th

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Characters: Everyone!

Location: Training Grounds, Shibusen

Rating: PG-13 for violence

Time: 5am to 10am

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 16th.


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 Prussia, Auron, Steve Rogers
Batch Two: Adult beginners. Run by Kaoru Kamiya, Maito Gai, Tifa Lockhart
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, Ishida Mitsunari, Spirit.
Soul Perception: If someone doesn’t know by now. Run by Luna Lovegood, Azusa
Partner Training: How to work together as partners. Run by Tassadar; Maka and Soul; Shizuo and Motochika; Eve.
Weapons Handling Training: Run by Genesis Rhapsodes, Tenten.
Shooting Range: How to Shoot. Run by Grit, Leon, Naoto.
Meister Ability Helpers: How to find it out. Run by Death the Kid, Edgeworth.
Finding a Partner: Run into others looking for partners and see if you can work together! Run by Sasame.
Fighting Witches: Speak to an actual Witch and learn some of what you're facing. Run by Cybele.
Medics (And First Aid Training): Training run by Naomi Kimishima, also a place for medics to gather and talk. (First Aid Training may need to be handwaved, player is on hiatus.)
Audience: For people to just gather and talk.
Watch: For Watch people (and prospective new members) to gather and talk.

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

Feel free to start your own threads in the official groupings as well as elsewhere!



Breakfast
Lau [Open]
Clare [Open]
Loki [Open]
Yami Bakura [Open]
Bakura [Open]
Stan [Open]
Dylan [Open]
Yuuichi [Open]
Saya [Open]
Sheena [Open]
Taiyou [Open]
Duo [Open]
Luna [Open]
Utena [Open]
Nagi [Open]

Batch One
Taiyou [Open]
Utena [Open]

Batch Two
Clare [Open]
Yami Bakura [Open]

Batch Three
Sapphire [Open]
Sophie [Open]
Hinata [Open]
Sheena [Open]

Batch Four
Amateresu [Open]
Raidou [Open]

Weapon Transformation
Clare [Open]
Shindou [Open]
Yuuichi [Open]
Lee [Open]
Kariya [Open]

Soul Perception
Naruto [Open]
Stein [Open]
Stan [Open]

Partnership Training
Haruka and Cinderella [Unknown]

Weapons Handling Training
Taiyou [Open]

Shooting Range
Bakura [Open]
Yoichi [Open]
Aion [Open]
Saya [Open]
Re-l [Open]


Meister Ability Helpers
Gamzee [Open]
Loki [Open]
Sophie [Open]
Yugo [Open]
Touma [Open]
Demona [Open]
Chika [Open]
Misa [Open]
Raphael [Open]
X [Open]
Mitsuba [Open]

Finding a Parther
Clare - Weapon [Open]
Sapphire - Meister [Open]
Bakura - Weapon [Open]
Amateresu - Meister [Open]
Yami Bakura - Meister [Open]
Leo - Meister [Open]
Takasugi - Weapon [Open]
Hades - Weapon [Open]
Ryoki - Weapon [Open]
Demona - Meister [Open]
Chika - Meister [Open]
Steve Rogers - Meister [Open]
Nagi - Meister [Open]

Medics and First Aid Training
Yuuichi [Open]
Clovis [Open]
Taiyou [Open]

Audience
Yuuri [Open]
Stan [Open]
Leo [Open]
Rokudo [Open]
Ryoki [Open]
Duo [Open]
Nagi [Open]

Watch
Sasame [Open]
Duke Pantarei [Open]
Roy [Open]
Aion [Open]
Stripp [Open]
Re-l [Open]
Jules [Open]

Other
Gai [Open]
Clare [Open]
Chrono [Open]
Kenshin [Open]
Mithos [Open]
Auron [Open]
Kratos [Open]
Stein [Open]
Takasugi [Open]
Rokudo [Closed]
Dylan [Open]
Hades [Open]
Keroro [Open]
Naoto [Open]
Duke [Open]
Allen [Open]
Demona [Open]
Sendo [Open]
Bumblebee [Open]
Saya [Open]
Tenma [Open]
Chika [Open]
Kanji [Open]
Yugo [Open]
Jules [Open]
Ed Elric [Open]
Hitsugaya [Open]
Lee [Open]
Raidou [Open]
Kaoru [Open]

Comments

[pmsgargoyle]

Everyone needs practice, so they won't turn slow and useless with time. [The gargoyle jumps from her place on the tree, down to the ground.]

Gargoyles are night creatures, so early morning, for me isn't all that early, but rather late. [She leans against the tree]

[dissenter]

True. Once you reach a certain age, though, it becomes nearly impossible to keep all the rust from forming... [he shrugs one shoulder helplessly. clearly implied is that this certain age is likely his own.

qilby pushes himself up on his feet; an idea's clearly occurred to him. good lord, his tone is almost animated.] You're not especially tired then, are you? Sleepy? [his smile tugs at one corner of his mouth.] Would you be up for a little exercise?

[pmsgargoyle]

I am not. [Demona smirks a little, perhaps amused at his suggestions]

I'm always up for a little exercise. Do you have anything special in mind?

[dissenter]

Nothing special to you, I'm sure. [surprise, he says that truthfully.] Just some friendly sparring -- I could learn a thing or two from you, undoubtedly.

Er, just... [his smile falters a bit, and he glances down.] If you wouldn't mind not using your claws. I'm rather fond of these clothes the way they are.

[pmsgargoyle]

[Oho? Demona chuckles softly]

I will accept. No claws. No teeth. [because she also has those and they do a lot of damage] However, I must warn you, I tend to take things rather... seriously. Do say when you believe I'm going too hard on you.

[dissenter]

There'd be little to gain from it if it wasn't at least a little challenging. [he waves his hand dismissively.] Don't worry about me. I'm tougher than I look.

[not that he really displayed that during their last meeting. it'd be more accurate to say he hopes he's still tougher than he looks; it'd been ten thousand years since his last real fight, a fact he's all too painfully conscious of. but while qilby now has neither portals nor eliacube to rely on, he still has his experience, his intellect. his experience tells him his "friendly" opponent is aggressive in battle, likely the type to fight letting their emotions rule them. and his intellect has... almost never failed him, against foes like that.

he stretches, several joints popping audibly, before backing up and dipping a short bow.] Shall we, then?

[pmsgargoyle]

[Demona nodded. They could fight but not in front of everyone; she would rather take this somewhere more private. The female headed away from the rest of the group, stopping only when sounds could be heard, but the others couldn't be seen.

The gargoyle kept some distance and turned to her opponent after while her wings spread out and her tail moved softly.] Shall we begin?

[dissenter]

[after he'd worked himself up and everything, too. funny, he didn't consider demona the shy sort -- but then again, his judgment's been wrong in the past and he knew very little about her yet.

aah, well, that's precisely what the exercise is about, isn't it? getting to know someone better, their strengths, their weaknesses. something he's wont to do with anyone who's proved they physically outclass him.

while the gargoyle cuts an impressive figure, wings spread and all, qilby in his age and injuries and tattered sleeves makes no such displays. he'd always taken great pains to make himself look quite the opposite of impressive, in fact, though to the watchful eye some hints indicating otherwise are discernible: solid, grounded footing; an alert, analytical gaze; an air of ages-old experience. if anything he has is able to hold up to superior strength, speed, and stamina is a question soon to be answered.]

By your leave. [qilby flashes a quick, cursory smile. he braces himself.] The first strike is yours, if you'll take it.

[pmsgargoyle]

[not shy. She simply doesn't wish to make her abilities too obvious. After all, she'd need the element of surprise later on. Allowing just a handful of people to see a little of what she could do, she'd still be safe when, later on, she betrayed them to the witches]

First mistake, my dear Qilby. Never let your opponent have the first strike, even if it's your best friend.

[Demona's muscles tense, and her eyes turn red, glowing. A growl grows from the back of her throat and the moment she flings herself towards Qilby, the growl has turned into an animalistic roar. The gargoyle only gives few quick steps, because she soon dives towards the floor to continue her run on all fours and try to attack Qibly from below.

She couldn't use her claws, sure. But she would use her wings as a shield to hit him]

[dissenter]

[haha, figures she wouldn't start off slow. no matter.

he knows he's got no chance if they end up grappling -- counting that tail she's got two more limbs than he does -- so he needs to keep her at as much of a distance as he can. tire her out, if possible. he was always good at playing the waiting game.]

Are we best friends? [his smile's impish. the banter always was his favourite part of a fight (no surprises there) but fun as it is, he's got a charging gargoyle to deal with and so he runs forward as well, to temporarily close the distance. if she's going to go low, he'll take the high road -- he vaults over her with a surprising nimbleness, hoping to land on the other side at her back...]

[pmsgargoyle]

Hardly. [At her back demona has a prehensile tail. As qilby jumps above her, the gargoyle claws the ground in order to stop her movement and lashes out her tail, like a whip]

[dissenter]

[dangerous at both ends, it seems. qilby twists to avoid being whipped and it works, just barely -- but he ruins his landing in the process. falling hard on his good shoulder, he nevertheless manages to turn his momentum into a roll that absorbs the brunt of the force. a few yards away he's back on his feet, wary, watchful, every nerve lit up.]

--oh. [it's not clear whether he's wincing because of his fall, or demona's bluntness. probably both.] I suppose it isn't like best friends to fight, anyway.

[he remains just out of range of an easy, quick charge, but invitingly close for an attempt at one. without his portals, he's reduced to more simple forms of trickery. perhaps if he can block another attack from her tail, that'll leave her open to a counterattack of his own.]

[pmsgargoyle]

Don't think too much of it. I fight friend and foe with nearly equal strength, but with different intent. [except she has no friends. oops]

[The gargoyle stood up again; this time, she wouldn't attack like an animal, but she'd take a standing pose. Demona charges again, running towards qilby for a punch (no claws), her wings closed so they won't interfere with the movements]

[dissenter]

Both your friends and foes must be equally bruised -- is it hard to tell them apart? [there's a solution to that, too: just kill all your enemies and be done with it.

joking aside, he has another rush to contend with. qilby holds his ground, parrying the (mercifully-clawless) punch with a sweep of his arm, before aiming a low kick at demona's knee. hopefully it'd be enough to distract her from an assault on his now-vulnerable upper body.]

[pmsgargoyle]

The enemies don't survive~ [At least, most of them don't.

The kick would have worked perfectly, but Demona has knee "talons" that work as knee protection. The impact is enough to call her attention to it, probably hurt slightly, but it's not directly to the join so it doesn't cause as much pain as it normally would.

The gargoyle smirks and her tail moves, trying to wrap around the ankle of the foot that just hit her]

[dissenter]

[well that shuts him up, if only temporarily.

he'd pat himself on the back for a kick well done -- good job, who needs the eliacube? -- but he can't help but notice it doesn't get the response he'd hoped it would. namely, pain, recoil... or any reaction at all, really. the smirk doesn't count -- in fact, it's the exact opposite of what he wants to see.

qilby looks down just in time to see the tail he was so focused on earlier snaking around his ankle. he curses mentally and grounds the trapped foot to save himself from hopping on the other, harshly tugging against his opponent, trying to unbalance her.]

[pmsgargoyle]

[she hisses; Normally the female keeps her balance with tail and wings, but tail is busy trying to keep Qilby down, leaving her with a disadvantage. Demona has no choice but to allow herself to fall back, but not without trying to bring the other along.

Her hands move, hoping to reach Qilby's shoulders to bring him along during the fall - the wings protect her back once she hits the floor -, while she moves one of her knees aiming to hit him in the guts]

[dissenter]

[qilby isn't one for hissing, but he sure shares her sentiment behind it. this is precisely why he'd hoped to avoid grappling -- he recoils instinctively as her hands clutch at his shoulders, yelps as he's yanked forward anyway, gasps when he realizes he's got no graceful way of defending himself from her next attack.

so instead, he tenses and exhales sharply as the blow falls, letting all his breath rush out. the hit hurts (it hurts a lot) but at least he won't be rolling on the ground, gasping for air. the one saving grace is that her hit manages to keep him on his feet instead of in the dirt; he staggers back, taking a moment to catch his wind rather than pursue an attack of his own.]

--you weren't kidding... [spoken through his teeth, between deep breaths of air. he's still smiling, though it'd probably be more accurate to call it a grimace now.] I haven't been hit-- like that in millennia...

[pmsgargoyle]

Are you that old, my friend? [Demona didn't like to be pushed to the floor, but she stops herself from showing her annoyance. Instead, she moves away from him , dragging herself a bit, and finally gets up.

Wings flap, simply to dust off the dirt in them]

[dissenter]

Far older. [comes the curt, nearly wry reply.] And some things just aren't what they used to be.

[all the same, it's a wonderful feeling, being free to move like this. the past ten thousand years of imprisonment were eternities upon eternities stretched together, every minute with himself a torturous lifetime. finally being freed was like being roused from the grave, and he found that he relished life even more for it.

...even when he's getting thrashed in a sparring session with someone he shouldn't be getting thrashed by. and speaking of, it's time to go on the offensive -- see if demona's as good at defending herself as she is attacking. he swiftly closes the distance between them, dropping low and sweeping a long leg at her ankles, hoping to get her on the ground once more.]

[pmsgargoyle]

[The female waited for him to attack and once he did, she jumped. Her wings might not allow her to actually fly, but they aid her on her jumps and landings; flapping them allowed her to jump just high enough to escape the attack and move behind to gain some distance between the two.

And once she lands, her wings lower and wrap around her shoulder, Demona gets on all fours like an animal would, tail rising and eyes glowing red. A growl grew from her throat and she dashed towards Qilby after, roaring loud.]

[dissenter]

[she seems more beast than person at times. qilby even has it in him to feel a little intimidated, though it's more to do with his latent powerlessness than any power she has.

impressive -- savage -- as she is, he's got no problem fighting through that intimidation. as she rushes towards him he brings his heel down on whatever vulnerable part of her it can find, aiming to stop her in her tracks; it's a risky move, but it's clear enough as the fight goes on that he can't outlast her. already his breath comes more raggedly, limbs aching from exertion they haven't seen in thousands of years. if he can end it now even at the risk of leaving himself open to a crippling attack if he misses, he'll gladly take that gamble.]

[pmsgargoyle]

[the most vulnerable part would be her upper back where the winos begin. Tail isn't long enough to reach there and since she is on all fours, it's easier to hit.

when Qilby does, the gargoyle releases a groan. For a moment there, she nearly raised her hand to try to claw him, but she holds back. Demona is stopped on her tracks, and moves in order to get away from other attacks]

[dissenter]

[and qilby, on his part, marvels at the fact he landed the blow at all. entirely too pleased with himself, he can't help a little laugh (which, judging from the way he forces it into a cough afterwards, surprises even him.)

it's a minor, somewhat hollow triumph, anyway. he has neither the agility nor the energy to pursue the retreating gargoyle and follow up with another attack -- the floor's hers, for the moment.]

There's a point where simple exercise becomes too much. We can end this at any time, if you're beginning to tire... [he regrets the quip as soon as it leaves his mouth. in his narcissism -- usually kept tight under wraps -- it's easy to forget that you're only supposed to tease an opponent when you actually have an advantage.]

[pmsgargoyle]

[That.... probably isn't a smart thing to do, since Demona is avoiding using her claws and teeth by request; claws that are her strongest weapon and not to mention, she isn't using the air either.

The female raises and her voice explodes in a loud roar as wings spread, muscles tensing and she walks up towards Qilby - not rushing, she wasn't going to rush anymore.]