Morning Training!

[heavenly_earth]

Characters: Everyone!
Location: Park/Training Ground
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Time: 6am to 9am
Description: Training takes place every morning in the park to prepare the guests of the city for the ongoing war. It's handwaved most days, but approximately once a month this gets played out in a log. This log takes place on July 8th.

Official areas:

FAQ: In need of help or answers? Come here! Staffed by Neji
Breakfast: The incentive for coming to Morning Training for those who actually don't care about Death City. All food providers are given funds to buy/prepare the food and are then paid for the time they spent cooking/preparing. Provided by Fabiola
---The Condesce's cake stand will also be in the breakfast area, as well~
Combat Instruction: One can learn and improve on fighting techniques! Staffed by Cloud, Sion
Sparring: A bunch of people are there. You show up and pick one to fight. Staffed by Snake (beginners), Fabiola (intermediate), Amaterasu and Cloud (advanced)
Weapon Transformation: New Weapon? Unsure on how to transform into a weapon (or how to transform back)? Go here! Staffed by Bakura and Aqua
Soul Perception: Find out more about your soul, what they are, and what they potentially may do. Staffed by Shibusen
Partner Training: Learn how to work with your partner, or together with other pairs! Staffed by no one
Weapons Handling Training: Learn how to handle sharp things and not so sharp things! Staffed by Auron, Genesis
Shooting Range: Learn to shoot a gun, not at quail though, so expect your face to come out of this just fine. Staffed by Naoto, Giroro, Duo
Meister Ability Helpers: Learn about your Meister ability and how to use it. Staffed by Akiha
Finding a Partner: Unpartnered Weapons and Meisters meet each other here! Staffed by no one
Medics: A place for medics to hang out, recruit and aid the injured - especially if they get shot in the face by accident. Staffed by Rosalia
Watch: This is where members of the watch meet up, chill, recruit and train! People interested in the watch welcome!
SEES: This is where SEES members hang out, and recruit!
Hug Brigade: A squad dedicated to hugs of encouragement. Thank Lee for this! Staffed by Lee and the Hug Brigaders!

Feel free to make your own threads!


Open Character Threads:
- Naoto
- Hiro
- Masako
- Raidou
- Fujino
- Aqua
- Re-L

Comments

[topgun_textiles]

They better. [He offered the other hand to accept the empty plate and fork. They'd be passing a lot of trash cans on the way out.]

Uhm. I'd, ah... I'd like to hang onto you for the walk back. Y'know, keep- keep the resonance goin'?

[pishirogane]

[Plate and fork handed over, Naoto stood up slowly.]

That's fine. [Right now, she shouldn't care about appearance. Plenty of people already knew without them saying anything anyway.]

[topgun_textiles]

C-cool. [Sure, a lot of people knew, but it was still a little embarrassing when you thought about it. Americans were seriously open, kissing and all that in public, and he wasn't sure if he could do all of that, but... hand-holding was fine. It also helped her with her soul jumping around, if how he felt right now was any indication. He gathered up Watson's leash.]

A'right, little man, we're goin' home.

[WALKIES. The doge is pleased.]

Y-you okay to walk? We'll take the less scenic route.

[pishirogane]

[It was an interesting cultural difference. Even if she were American, Naoto wasn't sure if she could manage such openness either. Holding his hand still, she waited as he gathered the excitable pup's leash, his stubby tail wagging.]

I'll be fine. If I'm about to faint or anything of the sort, I'll do my best to warn you.

[topgun_textiles]

[He nods, but the eyebrows are knitting a little. Fainting? Was she fainting and he wasn't aware? Depositing the fork and plate into a nearby trash can, he thought of the shortest route that he knew back to the TT, and started on out of the park. If she was ever feeling faint, would a bath even be a good idea? It was never a good idea to hit a hot spring if you had blood pressure issues, for starters, but...]

Then we'll move as quick as we can, but I ain't gonna push ya.

[He'd tell her 'no brave faces', but he trusted her not to hide too much. Still, that bubbling doubt and haste was mingling into a ball of something in the pit of him. He knew that taking a rest would only prolong her symptoms until they had that 'cap' of control, but to continue their hunt was risky, especially if she was feeling under the weather on more and more occasions the nearer they reached 99. But he didn't know what to do, what to say...]

[pishirogane]

[Maybe fainting was the wrong thing to say. She could have gone for simple fatigue or exhaustion, but when her breath would fall short or her heartbeat raced, she felt momentarily light-headed. Yes, she should have just said collapsing, but that was still a worrying thought]

Understood.

[It was hard to hide when the symptoms became more frequent. Still, there was no time to stop the wrap her soul around all the rouge energy she was now containing. It was a gradual process needing more days than they usually rested between missions.]

[topgun_textiles]

[He was used to a brisk walk through Death City. He was even used to having a look on his face that made people cross the street and try the other sidewalk instead, but today he wouldn't let it bother him. His heart and stomach jumped around, a product of the resonance as he took advantage of his general outward unpleasantness to get where they needed to go. Saving the city was good. He wanted to do that. Helping to save the world was good, too. Check. But right now he wanted to see to just one person; sure she was his partner and together they managed to kick some serious ass, and any Meister had to look out for their Weapon...]

[...but she meant more to him than any of that methodical crap. He loved her, and her symptoms honestly scared him. He'd been so cocky during their missions lately, even in the face of fighting something they haven't before, most witch encounters ending in fleeing the scene before they saw you. But why hadn't Shibusen noted any of this? Didn't that Sephiroth guy feel like this right up until they met their witch? Did they all keep it shut up, hoping any future near-Deathscythes would deal with it? He wasn't sure if he liked the idea of being kept in the dark about that, but it wasn't changing his mind about the school. No. If anything it disappointed him; he was just as much at fault for her being like this, and he wanted to make it right.]

[pishirogane]

[It couldn't be good that she was letting him feel what she did, experience the physical toil her push was taking. It didn't seem like the other Deathscythe had this experience, but he probably didn't just race out and consume multiple souls on each mission. It... would probably be best if she didn't attend training until their Witch's Soul was in her grasp.]

[Glancing up at Kanji, her expression said nothing, but her eyes betrayed her. He was worried; she didn't mean to do that to him. If he wanted her to take it easy after each mission, she would. Naoto would stop instructing and practicing until this was in control. They should simply focus on resonating and balancing the new energy. He could practice, but she should pull back.]

WAIT NO I LIED I THOUGHT OF THINGUMMIES

[topgun_textiles]

[That might be what the proverbial doctor ordered or however the phrase goes. Kanji wasn't good at that kinda stuff. But the trip back was generally quiet, the only energetic one of the group being Watson, bounding his way home and loving the attention he was getting, strangers raising their voices an octave and saying hello to the puppy.]

[It wasn't until they got into the foyer and he checked the mail that he finally spoke up, pulling a manila envelope from the box, addressed to... the both of them. From Japan. Weird.]

...Man, the hell do we do? Ya think anybody up in Shibusen'd have a way to help out all the shit swirlin' around in the soul?

HAHAHA oh no

[pishirogane]

[Watson may have noticed how it was between them, but yes, people cooing and saying hello did draw his attention away even if he was becoming apprehensive.]

[Waiting patiently as Kanji got the mail (a manila envelope?), she turned her head up again at his question]

The only one I could think of asking is Stein-sensei. Though, Albarn-san or Shinigami-sama are options too, but they may not be as readily available to speak to.

[topgun_textiles]

[Normally Kanji would cringe, but after so many Soul Menace lessons with him he'd gotten used to the creepy presence. He had to wonder, however, who better to speak than a Weapon themselves. Unfortunately, Azusa had business in Tokyo and flew out from what he'd heard.]

Liz n' Patty or Soul, too. They're all Deathscythes livin' in the city now and rose up recently. I think one'a my usual classes have the sisters in 'em, or just one... Patty, I think?

[He waited until they were in the apartment and he freed Watson to bound about that he had a fully free hand. The envelope was torn with his teeth, and with two fingers he pried the thing open to peek inside.]

[His eyebrows rose, but he quickly shut the envelope.]

A-anyways, so we got some options then, I think.

[pishirogane]

[Naoto wouldn't mind speaking to Azusa really. Patty was... well, her definition of help was interesting]

If anyone out of those three, I'd prefer Liz-san.

[Watson free meant getting at everything mainly his toys were were becoming well worn.]

[Naoto turned in confusion when Kanji closed the envelope]

We do... What's inside?

[topgun_textiles]

[He knew exactly why, but wouldn't utter a peep in regards. Liz was the better option to get a straight answer out of.]

[But for now he let that go and almost hid the envelope behind his back. But she'd seen it, and it was dumb to play it off now. He turned bright red and looked away.]

...Th-the damn school we visited, took out their bathroom ghoul problem.

[The paper crinkled, but he passed the envelope to her.]

They had a freakin' doujinshi club!

[pishirogane]

[There was no way he was hiding it now.]

I'm not surprised that they--

[... Wait. Taking the envelope, she's become a little unnerved about the contents. A... doujinshi club...? Reaching in, she pulled the contents out slowly as her eyes narrowed.]

...

[topgun_textiles]

[It was one thing to peek inside, but another to see the cover in its full magnificent glory. They had indeed attracted the attention of that school's doujinshi club and were so kind to receive a complimentary copy of the finished product. Locked in a noir universe was a petite male detective with a soft face and larger eyes and a very angular, aggressive-looking assistant. The corner, marked 18+ Adult Only, told them everything they needed to know about the contents. Kanji hadn't seen the warning and burned a brighter red.]

Holy crap- That's...th-that's a freakin' porno comic with us in it! How old were these kids!?

[pishirogane]

[It's bad, but good... the art is anyway, but just the fact that there was a doujinshi of them was bad. Really? She turned it around and back to the front, speechless.]

... We were barely even there. [Completely missing the age point. She's somewhat curious about the contents. Since they didn't know Naoto was female (they didn't, right?), was it a boy love then?]

... [She opened it to start from the beginning.]

[topgun_textiles]

We kinda stand out. [Answered gruffly, but distracted. The art's not half bad, but whoever drew it could do with a little anatomy practice. The assistant guy looks a lot like him, but he wasn't wearing THAT many piercings. But they got one thing right- Naoto was seriously pretty, but it looked like they'd called 'boy' for this comic.]

[She opened it up and he didn't even wanna look. But three pages in and he huddled in a little closer to peer over her shoulder at the contents. Okay, so this one's got kinduva plot, that's good. But for how long...?]

[pishirogane]

True, but still, there were more important matters... [Did she really look that pretty? How on earth did her disguise hold up at all? This was terrible; maybe she should look into make-up to make her appear more masculi-- no. She was supposed to be coming out.]

[Naoto read fast, flipping from one page to the next and--]

... They're imaginative. [The Kishin egg wasn't at all like that. A tentacle monster? What is even happening anymore?]

[topgun_textiles]

[He wasn't the slowest reader, but it was tough to keep up with her. Ah, but it was less about the plot and more about what you're looking at, right?]

No, it... it looked like a girl, yeah? Like in those creepy-ass movies!

[But was he hooked? Maybe a little. If anything he wanted to know where the hell they were going with all this. But tentacles... ugh, come on, don't bring tentacles into this.]

[pishirogane]

It did, but artistic license...

[Seriously, they don't look like how they're drawn either... Kanji anyway. Dammit.]

[Next page and... clothes are being ripped away. Of course... some fighting, some fighting, restraining... explicit. Becoming quite explicit. The fight had been thirty minutes maybe? These high schoolers had too much time.]

[topgun_textiles]

[Explicit didn't even cover it. He'd been the one fighting in that bathroom against the ghoul-tentacle-whatever! So there he was, watching himself be... toyed with by a tentacle monster.]

Uhh, th-tha-that's enough of that! I'm gonna throw it away!

[pishirogane]

There's still some pages...

[Explicit, explicit... she's not telling Kanji what's happening to her right now. It ends soon enough... it seems. Somehow it's defeated? It appears she's done it and now cleaning u--] There was not enough time to do that. [She would not do that in a-- wait. Dammit, but it wasn't the bathrooms and covered in... egg goop to put it politely.]

[topgun_textiles]

[He seemed stunned to momentary silence. She was eager to throw away the girls' reports in the hospital quickly enough, but here she was flipping pages and aiming to finish the story. His face was burning and things were taking a turn toward the strange; apparently this story-him hadn't had enough after the fight with the monster and had turned to his partner for some form of... relief, which he seemed rather happy to give.]

[It didn't help that the air was arid in the desert city, but it was like a dam had sprung a leak. With a surprised squawk from Kanji he backed off before the story could end, turning away and clapping a hand over his nose.]

F-fuck-!

[pishirogane]

[Happy to give... maybe she was jealous? Still, no. Naoto glanced over at Kanji from the squawk, but then turned back to the fan comic. Oh, look at that. She was indeed a boy. Sighing, she closed it and set it aside]

A story like that can't really sell, right? [She grabbed the tissue box from the side table and placed it in Kanji's lap.]

[topgun_textiles]

[So used to bleeds he already leaned and hung his head, accepting the tissues with a quick word of thanks before doing a bit of maintenance.]

You'd be surprised... y'had a buncha fangirls goin' inta school, remember?