voice, @TARANTO

[heavyhitter]

So we got a buncha old fashioned guys who are used to swinging around swords all the time and stuff, right? It seems like it, I can't go 20 feet without tripping over someone that's never seen a minipad before. God, would it kill that rift stuff to start taking more people from the modern era?

Anyway, point is I need one of you guys — or, hell, a buncha you guys — to start teaching. I've got some students in mind, foremost being me, because the training room here doesn't cut it if you've never even seen a fucking sword before. And if anyone else sucks at medieval stuff too lemme know, we'll make it a whole party.

Achilles and Koltira, you guys are my top medieval guys that know what you're doing, don't you fucking ignore this.

[ a beat ]

Also, I've got this little super strength issue where I might break any weapons I try and use, so... there's that, too. Still working on that obstacle. Any ideas, lemme know.


[ ooc: here's a planning post for teaching stuff!! ]

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[heavyhitter]

[ The way he talks about strength resonates with Ramir. For Undyne it had been apparently pretty normal, not really something all that strange, not even when Ramir had (just barely) won. Shizuo sounds more like Ramir would have before getting here and running into the stiffer competition. Her grin simmers down into just a fond smile, and she pats the mostly intact bench next to her to invite him to a seat. ]

Same. [ Well, that's not quite accurate. ] I mean — I think my grandma could do the same thing? Maybe. She's dead now, back home, so who knows.

[ (If she says it light like that, he'll probably think she's just fine with that little fact. That's something she's not getting into with a brand new friend.) ]

Were you always strong, or did you get it somewhere?

[longtempered]

[The gesture's a pretty self-explanatory one, and Shizuo's now in too good a mood to have any second thoughts about it. What second thoughts would there be to have, anyway? Not like he's going to be hurting this particular person anytime soon, by the looks of it, much less by sitting next to her--

So he does at the invitation, still working the last few chortles out of his system. By the time Ramir starts elaborating a little on her own situation he's pushed himself into settling down a bit, at least, planting both hands on his knees and visibly interested at this news.]

What, so like a family thing? [Ramir's lightly-passing mention of her grandmother's death does manage to fly below the radar easily enough--Shizuo assumes it's that sort of situation where a grandparent dies before you really get to know them, or something. Happens to plenty of people. Ramir doesn't make a big deal of it, and there's plenty else to hold his attention at the moment anyway.

Like the question, which earns a shrug. Shizuo sits back, as well as he can manage on this silly half-broken bench.] Nah, I'm pretty sure I didn't get it from anywhere. Nobody else in my family has this sort of thing, as far as I know...it just kind of happened when I was a kid. Around seven. [He hums, moving to dig around for something in an inner pocket of his waistcoat. Distractedly:] Broke about ten different bones picking up a fridge the first time.