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?

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[alcahest]

[ that's right — he wants to help. she's the one that's afraid, and every time she's feared the worst, nothing has happened at all. it's absurd to keep being scared when she's the only one who feels that way, isn't it...? she's flinching away from kindness for no reason. and if they're working together now, then it's not fair to the others.

Magnum Opus takes a deep breath and puffs herself up, determined. ]

... I can do it.

[ with her jaw set stubbornly, her brows drawn together, she comes to stand right in front of him and nods her head. ... it's a little cute that she's being so serious about it. ]

[schardynfreude]

[He smiles at her own determination, proud of the effort she's making. They all do seem to have certain predispositions, and maybe...maybe there's a reason for her to keep her distance, but no one knows any reason for it. Puffing herself up, though they look nothing alike, does a bit remind him of--

Ah, but he'll not dwell on that.] This will only take but a moment, and should you get further hurt, you can always call on me. Or Medic, apparently; she has herself the same capabilities, I've learned.

[He's careful, cautious, gentle as he takes one of Magnum's hands in both of his, large and warm. He closes his eyes, a line of concentration and effort drawn between them. Easily, swiftly, her scrapes and cuts and bruises dwindle into nothing as her body regenerates.

When he's done, he doesn't let go, but merely looks down at her.] And how do you feel now?

[alcahest]

[ his hands are so warm. even through her gloves, she can feel that it's warm. she's not sure why it surprises her, or why something in her chest aches when she feels that. nothing bad happens; he doesn't recoil from her, it doesn't hurt him, no sudden tragedy befalls either of them. it seems silly to have been afraid of something this kind and gentle. it's just... warmth. she's certain that she'll flinch again on that strange instinct the next time someone has to touch her like this, and it's likely going to take a while longer until it goes away entirely—

right now, in this moment, her tension eases. the smile that softens her expression is small and faint, something new but no less genuine for it. ]

... Much better. [ she lifts her other hand. she doesn't have the courage to touch his hand herself, and instead she grasps the edge of his sleeve between her fingers. ] Thank you, Your Majesty.

[schardynfreude]

...I may not get used to hearing that. [It's not a name, just a title, and yet, his memories (or something inherent in him) tell him this is so. It is his, and he ought to deal with it.] But I do hope to get used to seeing you smile, my dear Magnum Opus.

[He doesn't really want to let go, seeing such improvement to her demeanor, though he would hate to keep her if she's busy. His hands give hers a short squeeze before dropping them. Well, pulling away from her hand. He'll keep the arm up where she's willingly grasped at his sleeve, not pulling that away.]

And otherwise, how fairs your training?