Training Log 2: Still Trainin'

[crypddyd]

[Executor Chat]

i will be holding another training session in the park on the limbo layer tomorrow afternoon for anyone that would like to attend

[there's actually a lot more spaces here than I'm gonna make you see because he still isn't sure how to send messages and keeps hitting enter instead. eventually it goes through though!]

[Limbo- Training]

[He's here just as he said he would be! He even apparently walked off with one of the cafe tables to put snacks on like a good host. Feel free to practice on your own or poke Lion himself to throw down. He's already doing stretches and picking up heavy things like giant rocks and people.]

[Limbo- Bathouse]

[After training Lion is here, in a towel, glaring at the water]

... Lady Rei WOULD tell me, right?

[what is he talking about...?]

Comments

[crypddyd]

A few can, but from what I've heard Phoenix is the best. I have not sampled his food myself though.

[callbacks]

What, why not? I'd be on that shit like brown on the nose of someone who really wanted some good goddamn food for once in my fuckin'... existence.

[crypddyd]

Ah... well, I actually no longer have a sense of taste. I wouldn't want to insult him by not enjoying it.

[callbacks]

...Shit. Sorry, dude. 'Cause of the dead thing, or...?

[crypddyd]

No, I had it when I first 'woke up', but a memory caused me to lose it. I can't say for sure why. Please, do not pity me- I can still enjoy scents and textures well enough.

[callbacks]

Oh, so it's some kind of... damn it, I don't know what it's called. When something affecting your mind gets its mitts on your body, too. Psychoso... something. Fuck, I don't know, it sounds kind of like that.

[crypddyd]

I don't know the term but... yes, I suppose that does sound right.

[callbacks]

You know, I feel like that could kinda lead to problems if some broad's going around trying to poison you guys.

[crypddyd]

A skilled enough poison I wouldn't be able to taste regardless.

[Said so casually as if being assassinated is something he just kinda expects]

But you are not wrong- I could also eat something spoiled. But my sense of smell is strong enough I will not shovel rot into my mouth, I promise.

[callbacks]

...Maybe you should stick to packaged stuff. They're wrapped up inside so you'd always be able to tell if someone's messed with the goods.

[He's starting to worry about this guy.]

[crypddyd]

That's fair. That is largely what I eat regardless but only because it's easier.

[callbacks]

[...]

And someone showed you how to cook shit that goes in a microwave, right?

[crypddyd]

[he stares blankly for a moment then nods]

Yes, I've managed to teach myself many of the electric devices here.

["taught himself"]

[callbacks]

[uM,]

Okay, uh. Well, if you ever get confused about any of them, you can drop me a line or whatever and I'll help you hash it out. Prepackaged stuff's pretty much all I eat, too, so I'm used to figuring out how to beep-boop it all into edibility.

[crypddyd]

I can read, I promise I will manage. Though the directions are not always clear on what SHOULD be warmed in its package and what shouldn't...

[callbacks]

...Yeah, guess you're not wrong.

[He's inviting himself over constantly from now on. Congratulations on the li'l bro duckling, Lion.]