[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

[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.]

[dissenter]

[huh. he arches a brow, following her slow advance with a calculating eye -- what's she planning to do now, exactly?

well, whatever it is, he's not going to allow her to just walk right up to him and pull it off just like that; he turns himself so that he's only half-facing her, trying to keep his good and defensible side forward, and throws a quick jab.]

[pmsgargoyle]

[she doesn't charge. Demona just kept walking up to him and when the other threw a jab, her smirk grew wide. The female moves so she won't but hit, but truthfully she wouldn't mind if Qilby had managed that.

Her hand quickly moves aiming to wrap around Qilby's wrist to take control of it]

[dissenter]

--aah... [he should probably be more worried, but the noise he makes sounds more inconvenienced than anything else. though anything that makes his opponent smirk like that is probably cause for him to be concerned.

either way he draws back instinctively, tugging against demona's grip around his wrist, trying to break free of another grapple. he's not particularly keen about possibly ending up on the floor again.]

[pmsgargoyle]

[Demona rises her hand, trying to lift Qilby from the ground. Her wings also take place in front of her, just to be used as shield in case he tries something with his feet.

And her other hand rises. Those are claws pointed at Qilby's arm.] I suppose you do need this arm.

[so. Demona kinda. Hates losing. And hates being made fun of]

[dissenter]

[it occurs to him just now, while being threatened with further dismemberment, that perhaps he had the wrong idea about demona.

up until now, he'd assumed that the city was populated mainly with the sort of sickeningly sweet heroic people that yugo tended to attract in droves, and that he was an anomaly. he travelled here on his own power, didn't he? not intentionally, but BREW would have to be bugged to think that qilby would aid its cause. he'd find no allies here amongst death city's more self-righteous residents.

demona, however, wasn't like the others. oh, for all he knew, she could be good at heart and a protector of the little people and willing to fight for death city... but it's the way it looks like she'd go about it that makes qilby want her on his side. he almost wants to push her buttons further, test her patience, see exactly how far she'd go but--

he actually does need that arm. plus he has an image as a weak, if wise, old man to keep up. so at demona's threat, he visibly blanches, all earlier bravado gone. in a voice one might use if they were trapped in a cage with an upset lion, he replies slowly:] I... Suppose I do. And I suppose this is still a "friendly" fight.

[pmsgargoyle]

[qilby's words are enough to bring her back to the current situation and snap away from her emotions. yes, he is right, this is still a supposedly friendly fight and though the female doesn't take mocking well, she knows if she wants to keep her facade she will have to give in.

demona drops qilby by releasing his wrist, and a small sweet smile comes to her lips. even if she wanted to fake an apologetic expression, she couldn't, so she took the smiling route instead] Yes, it is. Forgive me, Qilby, sometimes the warrior in me takes things way too far.

[dissenter]

There's nothing to forgive. [his amicable reply's followed by a soft groan, as his feet touch ground again, and he rotates his shoulder, wincing at the stiffness.

maybe it's just because they're too much like his own, but he finds he has a hard time believing her sweet smiles now.] Well, I think it's safe to say the match goes to you. Are all gargoyles warriors like you, or did I just have the misfortune of challenging the best among them?

[pmsgargoyle]

We are all warriors, so called "Warriors of the night".

I am, however, one of the strongest gargoyles alive. [not a lie. except for goliath and thailog (who is goliath's clone), no other living gargoyle can face demona]

[dissenter]

[warrior races have a tendency to die out like an overzealous fire extinguishing itself.. a sad truth he has the misfortune of knowing personally. perhaps she's the strongest gargoyle alive the same way he's probably the strongest eliatrope (still) alive...]

No kidding. Well then, it's certainly an honour to have lost against you. [a smile. no way he could be teasing, right?] Just forgive me for not being able to give you a better fight -- perhaps a few thousand years ago, it might've been within my power, but as you can see...