Training Log 01: Shiny new powers

[crypddyd]

It's been a day- or something similar to it. After all, time seemed to be a weak thing here. But it's long enough that the pounding in his head from the attack under the Founation is... manageable. His ribs still ache, but he's not going to let that stop him- if Rei needed them to fight, then he would fight. Especially since he now remembered HOW to fight- a weak memory that came with a few other things. Like that fact that he might be royalty(?), but more useful was his skills with a weapon.

So he goes hunting for a big open area- and every other Executor he sees he mentions his intention: to train and test out these new powers. Eventually he finds what he's looking for: what probably was supposed to be a park, though it was slightly twisted like everything else here. But it was open enough that he probably wouldn't hit any non-combatants. A quick switch to his Executor uniform, massive black armor with a fur lined cloak, and he spins his bone spear like an expert.

How strange to have this knowledge but almost no context. Well, it is what it is. He wonders if any of the others will join him?

((ooc: feel free to tag amoung yourselves as well!))

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[crypddyd]

[Lion is doing stretches on his own, ignoring his injuries for awhile. But eventually he issues a challenge]

Well then! Who would like to blow off a bit of steam?

[For someone that acted so polite normally, Lion certainly has a smirk that's more fitting to his imposing figure- he is ready to throw down- and thanks to his first memory he knows how to do so... so beware~]

[mementomoritz]

[Welp, that sure is a teenage girl abruptly right up in your personal space, Lion.]

Hello! Did you know the average recovery length for a concussion is ten days? I know that again now.

Also, you still have a concussion.

[alcahest]

[ something about Magnum Opus has changed. to be honest, the memory she recovered wasn't all that useful in terms of skills or her identity. she doesn't have a better idea of who she is, or what she wants to do with herself; emotions are still difficult to reach and to grasp. but the fog has receded somewhat. when Lion announces his intentions to train, she finds that for the first time since waking, her decision is clear and direct. she wants to learn.

so she trails along behind Lion to the park, and when he makes a general invitation, she approaches him and speaks up: ]

Um... I don't know about blowing off steam, but...

[ she summons her weapon in a flash of light — an elaborate ranseur-like weapon, reminiscent of a long clock hand. they're polearm buddies! but unlike Lion, she's clearly not as comfortable with wielding it. she holds it flat across both her hands, palms up, and though her expression is still a little blank, she seems to be giving him a helpless look. ]

... If it's not too much trouble, could you teach me a little?

[iserveeverybody]

Relic heard that there was some other executors getting some practice in, so she ambled on over to check it out. Getting used to her new found abilities was probably wise, after all. Plus it was better than sitting around and thinking about the one memory from her past life she had.

When she arrived, though, she saw who was leading things and stopped in her tracks. It was that guy, who had grabbed her. And who she had punched in the face.

"Of course. Why would it be anyone else?"

[pioailurophobia]

HAAAAAAAAAAA!

[That's all the warning Lion gets before Kingslayer comes flying at him from his blind side, foot extended into a flying side kick aimed directly at his temple.

Think fast.]

[phantasmagorial]

Are you sure you're ready to be fighting, even if it's just sparring? You got knocked around pretty badly down there.

[ She's practically vibrating with concern holy crap ]

[alcahest]

[ Magnum Opus seems to be a little more... awake than she was that first day. she still has that serene, doll-like air about her, but her gaze is clearer and less empty, her movements more intent. anyone who has spoken to her today will find that, while she isn't exactly chatty, she has an easier time forming words now, with just a bit more inflection in her soft, quiet voice. the memory she regained didn't change her entirely, but it did fill some of the emptiness.

which is why she's out here at all. yesterday, even her decision to become an Executor wasn't made with any particular will behind it. it seemed like the thing she should do, so she did. today, Lion brought up training, and she had thought: I want to do that. it's so easy to think that, all of a sudden. to make a decision by herself and act on it.

her Executor outfit doesn't do much to make her seem less like a doll, with all of its elaborate trappings, the tiers of ruffled fabric and delicate accessories surely more suited to sitting on a shelf than heading into combat. there isn't a single inch of skin left uncovered on her aside from her face, even as she moves. the weapon she holds is something like a ranseur — (a type of polearm, for people who didn't go look up medieval spear variations and agonise over the many choices) — and is styled like an elaborate clock hand in gold and brass. ]

Um... Let's see...

[ judging by the way she holds her weapon, and her hesitant movements, she doesn't seem to be particularly accustomed to it yet. if someone checks up on her to see if she's doing alright, or invites her to train with them, she'll admit with some embarrassment: ]

This doesn't feel very natural... I suppose I didn't do anything like this when I was alive.

[emberserker]

[At least Magnum Opus' outfit seems somewhat more practical than this one. Still, though, Wolfsbane seems confident in it, holding up her glowing halberd... just pretend it's human-sized and not mech-sized, okay.]

I suppose most wouldn't. I remember a tournament of sorts, but it was only for -- [She rapidly spins the pole of the axe in her hand and then grips it with both to make a point.] -- a select few.

[daughterofthemark]

That is most fortunate. My own weapon feels unsettlingly familiar.

[Please excuse Royal Veil. She hasn't been staring at Magnum Opus, she's been gazing upon her out of joy. Joy which is apparently no longer on her mind now that she's thinking about other things.]

[phantasmagorial]

Is that some kind of spear?

[ Rei's watching curiously – she's obviously never seen another Executor before to compare weapons with, so now she's getting to see it for herself, she can't help but be a bit nosy. ]

It's quite... elaborate? But as long as it gets the job done, I guess.

[mementomoritz]

Hello! Your outfit is very fluffy. [This appear to be Medic's idea of an icebreaker, coming up and staring admiring at Magnum Opus' skirt.]

Is it comfy? It looks like it would make a great cushion!

[schardynfreude]

[For all that His Majesty had initially hesitated to join the gaggle of people clamoring for the power of an Executor, he seems to be fully willing to go along with this whole training routine. He may even have something of a spring in his step.

He's yet to show his particular tattoo, but with his clothing, it could be goddamn anywhere, huh. Even when he changes to his Executor form, with more layers than his current, brilliantly bright, it's just More Clothes. He runs a hand through his hair, longer and pulled back and less an unruly mess, giving a tuneless hum.]

How strange that it should be as easy as thought, to step from one reality of self to another.

[Stranger still is the weapon that appears in his hands at a motion that seems practiced somehow, accompanied by the sound of shattering crystal and a sparkle of much the same. jesus christ it's a giant scythe it's fucking massive what the hell]

...This seems unwieldy.

[But it's a jrpg weapon so don't worry about it, it'll still hit its targets just fine. Just. Wow. He's got reach. While the summoning of such a weapon feels familiar, the actual using of it...is less so. This will take some actual practice.

Things that also take actual practice: abilities. If anyone manages to hurt themselves in their experimenting, he'll come to them or suggest they close the distance so he can attempt to use his newfound healing. Failing that, you will occasionally see him, blink, and then see he's moved elsewhere, leaving behind naught but a faint magenta afterglow where he once stood--practicing at warping.

He. has to take several breaks through this particular part. It clearly wears him out easily, and that's even when he's not stumbling out of the warp like he's exited a very dizzying ride. He's frustrated at himself when he's caught resting, waving off concern.]

weapon

[emberserker]

Are you sure that was made for human use? Because if you're going to be summoning an ARMANOX to go with it, that's just unfair.

warping

[beknights]

[ The giant weapon doesn't really pique their interest more than anything else piques their interest (though the fact he's taller even than they is something to be noted), but the teleportation catches their eye.

They study his movements for a moment, and then disappear in a rush of sound and shadow, reappearing with a whoosh a little way ahead of him and a flourish of their cape. They tilt their head up at him, seemingly content just to observe.

(It seems to almost please them, in some small way, to have someone else who can do something they uniquely recognise.) ]

[daughterofthemark]

[Royal Veil has learned a couple of new things about herself! One is that she can call herself "Royal Veil." The other is that when she was alive she apparently worked in a restaurant. She isn't at all sure how these two things fit together, or how either of them fits the new ability she suddenly has.

What she is sure about is that she wants to try that new ability out and she needs a partner for that.]

Excuse me. Would you be willing to allow me to practice something?

[She should probably be clarifying that it isn't an attack, but nobody's perfect.]

[pioailurophobia]

Haha, hell yes!

[Kingslayer takes up a fighting stance, holding their blade in front of them as they prepare for a spar.]

Let's GO!

[They are half a second from charging Veil full on. Think fast.]

[pioailurophobia]

[Kingslayer is at the training grounds bright and early, their gauntleted fists and greaved feet flying through the air with power and precision. While there's no technique to their wild blows, no strict martial arts form they're following, it's still apparent that dodging them would be hard, blocking them would be harder, and it would hurt like hell getting hit by them.

Then Kingslayer slams their fist into their palm, small streaks of red lightning begin coursing across their armor, and... that's it. Huh. It's certainly less flashy than most transformations. Whatever the case, Kingslayer holds their hand out, and in flash of that same red lightning a massive red blade appears in their hand. They grab it with both hands and assume a fighting stance, and-

Doesn't move.

Kingslayer just stares down their own sword. If their brow was visible right now, it would certainly be furrowed.]

Unleash Noble Phantasm.

[Nothing.]

I said, UNLEASH NOBLE PHANTASM!

[Still nothing.]

Ugh, fine. True Name:

...

True Name:

...

[They slap their forehead and groan.]

GAH, why can't I remember?!

[After whatever that was, Kingslayer resigns themself to practicing the normal way, and begins carving and cleaving through the air with their massive sword as if it was natural as breathing. When another Executor nears, they tilt their head to the side and beckon them over, their voice somehow smirking.]

Oi, you up for a bout?

[schardynfreude]

What, dare I ask, is a Noble Phantasm? [Aside from what it says on the box, he supposes. The ghost of a duke, perhaps?] Something you've remembered?

[iserveeverybody]

The relic called upon her newfound powers and, with a subtle flash of light, encased herself in form fitting battle armor. The same lack of fanfare produced a spindly looking warhammer.

She flipped it around a few times, getting a feel for the balance, then transformed back to normal.

And then back to Executor form.

And then back to normal.

Back. Forth. Back. Forth.

Just getting used to doing it quickly.

[pioailurophobia]

"Are you just gonna stand there all day, or are you gonna fight?" Kingslayer says, their own weapon slung across their shoulders as they watch Alice transform back and forth completely nonplussed. Really, they don't get the big deal with the transformation—although that may be because they have no transformation to speak of right now besides the sparks.

[phantasmagorial]

[ When Rei turns up, she's not in her Executor form – instead, she's carrying a trio of bags from the conbini, one hooked onto each wrist and then the last one carried in front of her. All of them look pretty chunky with her purchases... if you can even call them that in Purgatory. ]

Hi. Um... I thought maybe some food would be a good idea, for when everyone's done training?

[ The halting, slightly awkward pace of her speech makes it clear she's not quite used to having so many people to talk to, but she's doing her best. COME GET SNACKS AND DRINKS AND SANDWICHES FROM REI, SHE'S HERE TO FEED YOU. ]

[daughterofthemark]

[JUST DROPS WHAT SHE'S DOING AND RUSHES OVER]

Thank you, Rei!

[crisantemo]

[While La Luna is all for assisting where she can, she also has an idea that she isn't the most adept in physical combat - the one memory she gained revolved around her knowledge of the... supernatural? The dead?? Demons??? Basically ways to summon and de-summon, along with dances and songs... It made little sense, but it at least told her that dealing with death was nothing new to her.

However it also taught her that her combat preference is basically 'be very fast', which she feels might be an issue in her Executor form - the dress and heels don't feel combat ready, but here we are. The slit on her dress also reveals the tattoo she acquired, though she doesn't seem too fussed about it.

Rather she's trying to adapt to both her new state of dress, and the weapon she summons - a long chain whip with a dangerously sharp point. Luckily it... feels familiar, so at least she knows how to use a weapon, despite how unconventional it seems to be - coiling it and twirling it in her hand to get a feel for it.

Before miss-twirling and conking herself on the head with it, flashing the weapon a look as it it's their fault.]

... I'm not really too sure how to use this. [This doesn't even feel like something she could spar with, what if she hurts someone???]

[beknights]

[ Seal watches her for a while, uncertain of what she's doing at first (the whip is somewhere between familiar and unfamiliar, something just on the edge of memory). But, eventually, they wander over.

Rather than 'speak' - they need their hand to wield their weapon, after all - they search for something they can use to demonstrate what they think might be helpful. Eventually, they settle on an abandoned can and just...

Toss it at her like a baseball pitcher that has seriously misunderstood the point of the game, in a slow and lazy arc. Think...fast?? ]

[beknights]

[ Though Seal has sort of meandered along to training, they seem utterly content to stand with their cape moving in a nonexistent wind, weapon planted in the ground, and raise their head up high, like they're soaking something in. Occasionally they'll swing it, or practice a few movements, but it doesn't seem to be their main goal.

Anyone approaching them might feel, rather than hear, a slight vibration, as if they're generating some near-imperceptible noise. It stops as soon as they notice someone approaching - they'll instead tilt their head slightly in acknowledgement, and pull their weapon out of the ground with a businesslike flourish.

This is training, yes? So clearly anyone coming towards them only has one goal. ]

[emberserker]

You wish to train? Very well.

[Wolfsbane summons a halberd with a glowing blade and spins it in front of her before grasping the handle with both hands.]

Go ahead.

[seasharp]

[Ariel wastes no time in trying out her new powers, of course. She's taking to all this with quite a bit of gusto, looking bright and cheerful as she arrives.

And while yesterday she was sporting a school uniform, today she's already in her Executor form, as she makes her way to the training area. Well. Runs. Or perhaps dashes would be a better term? She's somewhat of a blue and white blur almost. Not that she's particularly faster than any other Executor, but enthusiasm counts for a lot.

She twirls around with her cape a little, before summoning a sword. Giving it a few swings, just to test out the weight.]

Hmmm, I like how this feels! I wonder if I've done any fighting before?

[mementomoritz]

[Medic dutifully claps at the display of sword skills, because she's pretty sure that's how being supportive of your teammates works.]

Maybe you were on a fencing team at school?

[mementomoritz]

[Medic appears to be taking quite well to her new abilities, excitedly offering to heal any wounds anyone has. Or might have soon. Or might feel like getting at some point.]

[She'll take any patient you can drag over to her, really.]

[Her outfit includes a plague doctor mask, which to her own delight she's figured out how to summon and desummon independently of the rest of her Executor uniform. It seems to turn into her glasses whenever she's not using it.]

[She's taking notes on both her own abilities and others in her fun new notebook, including the occasional surprisingly accurate sketch of a weapon or her fellow Executors.]

[Also some less accurate cute doodles of them doing goofy action poses.]

[She herself seems to be doing surprisingly well at the athletic aspect, testing her own speed and flexibility with sprints and stretches. She's not doing notably better than anyone, but she seems to be relatively in shape for someone who's pretty clearly some kind of total nerd scientist.]

POST-TRAINING CHATTER

[alcahest]

[ once things are winding down for the day, or what approximates the end of the "day" here in Limbo, something occurs to Magnum Opus that she didn't really consider yesterday while she was still in a daze. she hesitates a moment, and then speaks up — not loud, but certainly louder than her usual voice, enough to be heard by anyone nearby. ]

We... live here now, don't we? [ she considers her wording. ] Or... we don't live, but...

[ they're staying here for the foreseeable future, is what she means. even though they're dead, they still have to go through all the motions of everyday life, including returning somewhere at night to sleep. in all the chaos of yesterday, they didn't sit around to have these kinds of conversations. she looks around at everyone gathered in the park and wonders aloud: ]

Where is everyone going home to...? [ the town is fairly large, so they could wind up quite scattered if they just wander off alone. it would probably take a while to gather everyone up again. ] Should we meet up tomorrow morning too? There's, um, the coffee bar...

[ ... she doesn't do very well with being the centre of attention, so once she's put that topic up for conversation, her voice peters out and looks down at her feet. ]

( OOC | this is also a general mingle thread where you're free to threadhop and branch off into separate conversations! it's mostly just for characters to chat about where they're all living, if they want to live together, make plans to keep in contact, etc. go wild )

[emberserker]

We ought to at least check out that hotel. I hope it isn't too subpar.

[guffawsungraciously]

[Well, alright, White Eagle notices the other people training and he decides hell! He'll give it a shot. He figures he must be some sort of mage knight based on his outfit and the first ability he remembered, even if... his memories didn't actually illuminate much... but anyway! He'll switch over to his Executor form and-

...oh, a staff. Okay.

...hang on what's going on with his skin and his nails, let him head to, like, a window to look at his reflection and... huh.

...

Huh.]

How... unexpected.

[...like, he looks approving after he gets over the initial confusion, so there's that. These pants make his thighs look great. He still needs to figure out what to do with his hair, it seems to be in some kind of... pocket in the jacket part... but maybe he can do something with it.

...

Oh, right, fighting. Well, okay, he'll start with messing with his magical abilities off to the side of the "park". Summon... a bit of shadowy bullshit that looks like a fireball but purple. Dismiss it.

...

Look... for targets that wouldn't actually hurt anything...]

window

[emberserker]

I'd say you look dead, but at this point that's redundant.

[crosscutting]

[Being in her Executor form feels far more 'right' than she had been before just wandering around. At first Pariah practices her hardcore parkour, jumping up walls and across rooftops (with maybe a little bit of childish glee, but she's not so unprofessional she's going to laugh about it). After that bit of warm-up, she summons her scissors and...stares at them for a moment.]

[It makes sense, conceptually. Honestly it's even pretty cool, with a lot of potential uses and advantages. But the way she has to activate her power...it's going to take some getting used to, that's for certain.]

[Pariah takes a deep breath, steeling herself, then flips her grip on the handles to put herself between the blades. With a white-knuckled grip, she counts down in her head before--]

[SNIP]

[Orange and White both blink, startled despite knowing what to expect, and look over at each other.]

...yup.

This is weird.

i'm so sorry for them

[pioailurophobia]

[A massive sword comes swinging for the head of White blisteringly quickly.]