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Training Log 01: Shiny new powers
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!))
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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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.
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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.
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... You're good at fighting. [ nailed it. ] Do you have any advice...?
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Doesn't that mean we should go down where they are...? I don't think we can learn much about them from up here.
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[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.]
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[ it's not like she's completely oblivious to the implications — that her own discomfort with a weapon suggests a peaceful, or at least sheltered, life. that if Royal Veil finds it more familiar, it means that she likely had to fight, and often enough that it became something she still retains the experience of even now, without her memories. but: ]
I think... it's good that you have a skill. You can help people.
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[ 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.
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[ she jerks the ranseur to the side at an angle — miming an effort to disable an imaginary opponent. ]
... Like that? [ she's clearly not very confident with this. ] —Oh, but when Lion was helping me, I did—
[ the ranseur makes a mechanical clicking sound, like gears turning, and puts out a hiss of steam before it suddenly rearranges itself. the prongs uncurl slightly, the pole and the point both retract into themselves. it all happens quickly, switching from the full height of her body to a spear the length of her legs, much more suited to quick jabs in close quarters. ]
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It did... that? [ She leans in, looking a little curious. ] So you can switch it during a battle... that really does seem useful. Is it hard to handle, though?
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[ there's a pause while she weighs her words, tries to understand her own feelings. she wonders whether she should say this at all, or if it's unnecessary, or something she should know to keep to herself. the faint expression on her face is conflicted. ]
Even though we're going to be fighting monsters... I don't think I like it. Using a weapon, I mean.
[ from what she's remembered, she was training for some reason when she was alive, too. but in her memories, Saint-Germain always talked about safety; it was about where to run, how to escape, what dangers existed in different parts of the city. she liked those lessons. on the other hand, practising with something that's supposed to hurt others, even if it's in self-defence— she doesn't feel good about that. ]
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Even if it's to protect yourself... I don't like knowing that I could hurt someone. Or that I do have to hurt someone to protect myself.
[ It helps, as horrible as it is, that most of the Revenants are so far removed from human that she might as well be fighting fairy tale monsters. It doesn't completely help the horrid guilty feeling she gets every single time, though. ]
If it's going to be hard for you, though... I don't want you to feel forced into it. Even if you're an Executor now, I don't want anyone to put themselves in danger when they're not completely sure it's their own choice.
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Is it comfy? It looks like it would make a great cushion!
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[ all the layers of frills and padding to keep its shape have a use after all. ]
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[These are clearly Practical Battle Ruffles, made for a purpose.]
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Oh, but... I'd feel bad if it were just me.
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