[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

[dissenter]

[sure, that's what he is -- a warrior until death, and the next life after that, and the one after that, and the one after that....

he notices the glance, and his smile widens. but instead of holding out his notes, he holds out his hand, palm out. it's not as intuitive as it once was, doing this, but a second later he conjures a small, faintly-glowing blue ring between him and demona.] They said our abilities here might be similar to those we had back on the worlds we came from. When I witnessed my brother making his portals, I knew I had to be capable of it as well.

[the days of anguish over being beaten to the discovery -- by a barely-teenaged brat, no less -- needs no mentioning. but his smile slips a bit as he shifts his hand slightly, drawing forth another portal a yard away to his side. he reaches forward, towards the first one he conjured, but his hand passes through as if it was simply air.] Though-- they don't yet appear to do as much as they should. [le frown.] I'm weak, here.

[pmsgargoyle]

[Demona's eyes watched the ring with interest; if she hadn't known better, she'd say it was sorcery - and would have been REALLY pleased - but after listening to Qilby, she figured it'd be his Meister ability]

What could you do before, with such powers?

[dissenter]

[the look on his face makes it clear that the next few sentences out of his mouth aren't going to be the most humble ones demona's ever heard him speak.]

Anything. [that really sums it up, but hey, he'll elaborate since he likes to talk.] My kind had complete mastery over the life force that suffused our universe. Our ability to create these portals -- doorways between two points in space -- was only one facet of that greater power.

With our portals, travel to other dimensions was a triviality. [but even as he says that, the weakened portals wink out, and he sighs -- it clearly takes some effort to maintain.] And it's how I believe I came to be here in the first place.

[pmsgargoyle]

[Demona's eyes were set on the portal, actually eager with what she had just heard.

Anything.

With such power, the things she could do. Rid Earth of the Humans, stop her Clan's massacre, rule the world, become the leader of the Gargoyles.

Rise her daughter. Care for her.

She snapped out of it quite fast] You do not believe it was BREW?

[dissenter]

I don't, though I'm quite capable of being incorrect. [HAHA, no he isn't.]

The artefact that makes such inter-dimensional travel possible bends to its owner's will. I wanted to see other worlds and, though I didn't necessarily want to go to any right then and there, it may have responded to my deeper desires. [he shakes his head, muttering.] Sometimes my creations have a mind of their own.

With these, though-- [he curls his fingers, balling his hand into a light fist] --I wonder if they'd eventually be capable of bringing us all back to our own worlds. [and, almost as an afterthought:] And... Help end the war here, of course.

[pmsgargoyle]

[ yeah, no, she doesn't want you to the end the war Qilby. The war is wonderful, what are you even going on about.]

Is that so? How wonderful. [except she didn't seem all that excited.

The female gargoyle tilted her head] I'm sorry my friend, but I'm not as positive as you are. I did too have powers and none works here. [she didn't have powers. She had items that had them. And now they were nothing but trinkets.]

[dissenter]

[such enthusiasm! on the other hand, he couldn't care less which way the war went. insignificant people fighting for insignificant causes and dying insignificant deaths -- it's all so irritating. certainly not entertaining to watch, from his position right in the fray.

his reply's quiet, but firm.] I'll find a way to make them work.

[and then, pleasantly] --aah, you had powers of your own before coming here? [a smile -- he's a flatterer and he knows it!] You mean to say you're not just a fearsome warrior?

[pmsgargoyle]

Such flattery. [Demona smiles]

But yes. While I do not see myself as anything but a gargoyle [humans are the ones who define themselves with degrees and adjectives. Gargoyles see themselves primarily as gargoyle; there is no such thing as "Scientist Gargoyle", in a Gargoyle's mind] I did have powers.

[and why not let Qilby know a little more?] I was immortal. I did not age. I'm 1058 years old.

[dissenter]

[he raises a brow. now that's interesting.]

My, you certainly don't look your age. I'm sure you hear that often... [there's a dry edge to the remark -- he'll eat his hat if he has to hear someone make that joke towards him one more time.]

Are all gargoyles the same as you -- immortal?

[pmsgargoyle]

No. Gargoyles live up to two hundred years. [Demona looks at her claws in a dismissing manner] They also age.

I don't age. I don't die.

[a disgusted look now] Didn't.

[dissenter]

[very interesting, even.

he shifts forward, leaning his elbow on his knee and scrutinizing demona. the tone of the conversation's shifted towards the somber.] It's not a blessing, watching your people grow, age, and die around you. [it's not a question, the way he says it. ]

How did you become that way? If you'd pardon my asking.

[pmsgargoyle]

I had learned what loss was long before I became immortal. [indeed; she lost everyone and it wasn't because she didn't age]

A gift from three twin sisters. [it wasn't that they were kind. The Weird Sisters were just using Demona, but her memories were tampered with so she does not remember it] Children of Oberon. Witches.

[dissenter]

Your immortality was granted to you? By magic? [he frowns. such power -- because desirable or not, it was undeniably a power -- was rarely given lightly.

a moment passes as qilby stares off into space, contemplatively. then, remembering himself, he jumps a little and moves to make room on the bench, offering a space to demona should she want it. being an old hand at telling long stories himself, he can sense when one's coming on. she might be grateful for the seat...]

You sound like you've had more than your share of hardship, even for a life as long as yours has been. Immortality is... A burden. Certainly not one that should be carried alone. I'm lucky to have had my siblings to share it with. [almost lucky. he may as well have carried it alone, being the only one out of all of them to remember his past lives. spiteful, hateful thoughts.

qilby offers a wry smile.] I recall you quite vehemently denying a friendship between us last time we spoke, but should that change sometime, I'm quite capable of helping share your burden.

[pmsgargoyle]

[not magic. It was more than that. A pact. While humans loosely used that word because they had no means to keep it, a pact between Oberon Children was the most powerful kind of sorcery; nothing could break it.

Unless you were brought by BREW to Death City.

And she did not see her immortality as a burden. It was a necessity; for how could she rid the world of the worthless humans if she was dead?]

Capable? And how are you capable of doing that?

[dissenter]

We have words, don't we? It can be a great relief, simply knowing that someone apart from yourself is aware of your story.

[which is why he's been telling everyone who's crazy enough to listen all about how he's the benevolent king of a great race that died out and blah blah blah. hey, no one said his story had to be true.]

Unless I'm not the only one you've shared this with. [a little laugh.] ...In which case, I'm afraid I have little to offer you. But I doubt you'll find many others of our age.

[pmsgargoyle]

[Demona's smile turned out to be quite cold. No, probably not cold. Dangerous.] You are such a kind man, my friend.

[ and after, she leans closer to him, resting her hand at his shoulder. Though Demona wasn't keen on contact, sometimes, it helped for the other party to understand.

She whispers softly] Perhaps I'm not so kind as yourself, though. [she pulls aways after]

I thank you for your interest. But some things are better remain untouched.

[dissenter]

[qilby's gaze is turned downwards, head cocked slightly, as demona whispers to him. he glances up momentarily, long enough to meet her own out of the corner of his eye-- and though he smiles as if the remark never passed between them, it's a smile that doesn't quite reach the rest of his face.

he straightens; several joints pop in thanks. there's a substantial pause, as he decides exactly how he wants to approach this, and when he speaks again his tone is cool and unaffected. businesslike.] What is your goal here, exactly? On this... Foreign world.

[there's the slightest hint of distaste in the way he says foreign. but surely that can't be the case... after all, he's the kind one here.]

[pmsgargoyle]

[ it's exactly because he is the kind one that Demona hasn't muttered a word about her true dislike for Humans. She has met Anastacia and Teresa, and she had no issues to tell them; Londo also knew Demona wasn't very keen on the species.

Now Qilby, she never openly said anything for he always remained the kind hearted one. ]

Simple. Gargoyles protect. [ and this isn't a lie. Demona wants to protect. Herself, her kind. And for this she needs to kill all humans. Of course Qilby doesn't know what it implies, but that is fine ]

edited for grammar, typos, at 4am sob

[dissenter]

[he thinks about the past month and the little he knows about the gargoyle. what she's said, and what she's shown -- little hints of another nature only notable to those who're looking for one.

qilby needs allies, but he hates taking chances... even as that's exactly what he's doing right now. his tone is civil, but holds none of the natural warmth demona may have grown accustomed to. indeed, it might start to feel seem a bit less natural by the second.] And Eliatropes were content to squander their potential, whereas I was not. That means nothing.

[quietly, now. they're not exactly in the most secluded of areas to talk.] Pardon me for suggesting that you may not be offering the whole truth here. [he meets her eye, pointedly, for just a second.] And for reminding you that you're not the only one capable of doing so.

there there /pet

[pmsgargoyle]

[ the female silently studies him. To tell the wrong person her real desires could be deadly, but Qilby? All she had to do was to kill Qilby and that would not be hard at all; he could fall off a building. Accidentally.

She comes closer to him, her wings rise and that would probably be enough to hide Demona next expression as well as her lips from anyone who was around them and could be looking at them. She speaks slowly, softly, almost in a whisper, but with a dangerous if not threatening tone. To match, her eyes glow red ]

Humanity is a poison that must be purged from this planet. I will kill every single one of them. I will end their race. They shall fall to my claws, my teeth and wings. [ and she comes near him, eyes set on Qilby’s ] And if you are not my ally, then you are my enemy.

[now, that last part. It is a threat]

[dissenter]

[he pulls back and looks demona up and down, expression incredulous.]

That's all? [aaaand he laughs, though it's quickly stifled with a hand to his mouth. it's not the nicest sound.] And here I was, believing you had some dark, terrible motive you were hiding from me. No need to be shy, now!

[his shoulders shake with more muffled laughter, but the moment passes and he's considerably cheerier. more like the way he's acted before -- "normal," for him -- but his smiles and pleasant tone have probably taken on a markedly different connotation.] Well. We're certainly not enemies. In fact, our goals may share some of the same path.

[pmsgargoyle]

[ her dark terrible motive was that she was thinking of throwing qilby off a building. Let's not mention that.

She tilted her head, not exactly expecting such an open welcome to her desire of genocide. ]

Come with me. [they were not going to talk about this so openly for everyone to see.]

[dissenter]

Sure, sure. [this wasn't exactly pleasant public conversation, after all. he rises to follow her, pausing for a moment to reach behind him and grab his notes. can't forget those. they might just be the crux of this young, budding plan.

when he's sure there's no one around, he calls out amicably:] So how many people have you had to kill for telling them that?

[pmsgargoyle]

[Demona's red eyes glow red and her hands quickly reaches for grab him by his clothes, growling loud] I do not know, but you might make part of the counting.

How is that a sweet old man like yourself seems so comfortable with this, I wonder. [ Demona trusts no one, Qilby is no exception. And she no longer has to fake "kindness" does she? ]

What is your interest in this world?

[dissenter]

[and he no longer has to fake intimidation. he hardly bats an eyelash when he's grabbed, merely threading his arm between her own -- still clutching his book -- and pushing out to break at least one half of her grip on his shirt.]

You think I'm sweet? How nice. [he shrugs one shoulder.] And I don't have any interest in this world -- that's the thing of it.

I want to go home. There, I have the cosmos to explore, away from petty... Aah, human conflicts. [might as well throw that in to sweeten himself.] So self-centered, them and their BREW -- they're so convinced that their war is at the center of their own little universe, that they see fit to bring people from others to fight it for them.

[he waves his notes a short distance from her face.] I believe I can find a way to get back home without having to participate in their battles... And, lucky for you, it may involve taking some lives. [le smile.] Quite a few, if you'd li-- ah... Well, I'm sure you'd like it.