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futurology2016-06-21 02:26 pm
heavyhitter) wrote in futurology2016-06-21 02:26 pm
Entry tags:
- achilles (iliad),
- ana ramir (original),
- ban (the seven deadly sins),
- evan friave-goodlace (original),
- graham humbert (once upon a time),
- haise sasaki (tokyo ghoul: re),
- koltira deathweaver (world of warcraft),
- masamune date (sengoku basara),
- meallan lavellan (dragon age),
- sansa stark (asoiaf),
- shizuo heiwajima (durarara!!),
- tsukuyo (gintama)
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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.
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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!! ]
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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[Honestly, considering literally everything else here so far, it shouldn't be as surprising as it is...but for some reason he just hadn't considered ever finding anybody else to match. Probably? Probably...if she's breaking most things, anyway....?
Talk about a new frontier.] Ah, same here with the having a lot of strength, I mean. I tend to put myself in the too much camp...
I don't use weapons for anything like fighting. Haven't needed any yet. You haven't either?
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[???? ok this is now taking an unexpected turn--]
Why?
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But I mean
Sure if you want, I guess?
[Like honestly he has no interest whatsoever in testing strength levels here but if she wants to know...and if she's pretty strong this should be safe, right....?]
I think we'd need a table that won't break from something like this though, wouldn't we?
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It's fine, we'll find a stone picnic bench or something! This is a magic castle, there's gotta be something around that would work.
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uh
So are we just going to have it whenever then?
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Oh ok
Well I'm at a balcony close to the library right now I think [smoking and poking at his
phonenetwork jewelry thing, as you do] but I can meet you wherever else?With directions though I haven't figured out where a map for this castle place is yet so.
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And if you get lost, ask a suit of armor. They're helpful.
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That's kind of creepy...
[THAT'S NOT HOW CLASSIC CASTLE ARMOR SUITS WORK IS IT....why is he even surprised anymore. But oh well, time to peel off from the balcony...]
Anyway thanks. I'll be over in a bit then. I'm [uh] the guy in shades.
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1/2
I already get called names like that sometimes. ["Scary", "unnatural", "monster". The list goes on, doesn't it? ...But--] Wait that's not what I wanted to type.
I didn't want to say I that didn't want to type that either?
Damn it what happened to old fashioned keyboards this shit's too weird for me... [This telepathic texting stuff, anyway. It's not so much that he's even trying to hide anything, but he's mostly just pretty sure this total stranger doesn't. Care. Or at least, she shouldn't, so rambling on about that kind of stuff one conversation in has got to be too much...whatever. Can't erase it now.] Anyway yeah that was pretty rude of me, my bad. I'm heading over now though.
>> action?!
He'd pointed out his shades, but what actually makes Shizuo stands out is probably the combination of his hair and the bartender's suit he's wearing; a tall and lanky guy with a cigarette still in his mouth as he trails outside. He pauses, but it's not very hard to spot the girl in the leather jacket either, and he's walking over to her soon enough, one arm raising in a lazy wave.] Yo.
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She's sprawled the wrong way on the seat of a picnic table when he comes into sight, and returns his lazy wave with one of her own, accompanied by an appreciative wolf whistle. ]
You just said shades, you didn't tell me I was meeting up with such a snazzy dresser.
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Dunno, didn't think it was too important. I've still got shades on, so that's what counts, isn't it? [He pushes the shades in question a little further up his nose, as if for emphasis, before plucking the cigarette from between his lips and tapping off the ash as he solemnly studies Ramir for a moment.
Honestly, she doesn't seem excessively muscle-bound herself, for a person strong enough to have problems with breaking weapons a lot. But that only serves to be pretty reassuring, because he's the same way. Maybe he really has found somebody who's got the same sort of problem he does, here?]
Anyway, you're that Taranto person, right?
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[ She pulls herself to her feet, leaning to stick out a hand for a shake, which is definitely a trap. What better way to test out his strength than immediately, with too tight a squeeze? It wouldn't break normal fingers, but it'd definitely hurt the average hand. ]
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Handshakes aren't really Shizuo's favorite things in the world, generally. They don't happen a lot back home to start with, and on top of that it's always a form of contact that he has to pay especial attention to--since it's almost too easy to break somebody's fingers that way, especially if you're unnecessarily strong and not paying attention. He usually handles them very, very gingerly.
But he takes Ramir's hand and she's squeezing immediately--and it's a pretty strong grip, surprisingly so! Enough for Shizuo to return it almost automatically, startled as he is by it; for anybody else this would be a pretty vice-like handshake on both sides. Shizuo doesn't seem to react to the strength of the handshake apart from this, however, not so much as wincing. If there's any pain to be had, he's either an excellent poker face or entirely oblivious to it. (It's the latter.)]
Gotta ask, do you usually challenge other people to arm-wrestling contests in your first conversation with them?
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Well, you're not the first. [ He and Undyne have something in common, how nice. She releases his hand with a smile that's almost nice, and gestures back to the bench she'd stood up from. ] Let's do this shit, right?
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[It's maybe almost vaguely amused. Maybe. Even if Shizuo's expression remains stuck in its neutral frown for now, even at the smile leveled his way. But she gestures to the bench and he nods, eyeing it himself.]
Right. Ah, let's see, then... [Shizuo slowly and absentmindedly starts rolling his right arm's sleeve up to the elbow, as he moves to settle in position and waits for Ramir to do the same.] I've never actually done an arm-wrestle before, but I'm guessing it's pretty simple. Whoever's arm hits the table first, or whatever? [He's watched enough other people doing it to get the gist, at least.]
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Brightly: ] You got it. Just push my arm down. [ And, with a confident grin: ] If you can, of course.
[ She takes his hand with hers once they're both set up, and: ] On three.
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We're about to find out, hah. Okay...one, two--
[The third second's unspoken, but as soon as the timing lines up he's setting his grip in hers. Ah...in all honesty, he's still half-wondering if this prospect of finding a match in strength is a little too good to be true. It's literally never happened before, and he still doesn't actually want to injure this person he's barely met...
But to Shizuo's credit he doesn't let this doubt water down his initial attempt too much. He presses in a pretty firm sideways push with his arm as soon as they're set to go, with enough force to heave most normal people completely off the bench (and, possibly, fling them a quarter way across the courtyard). But he's really hoping Ramir is a bit above normal-person caliber. It's what he's banking on here...]
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So her arm dips back, almost dangerously so, before she realizes that, shit, he wasn't kidding. That's when the grin comes back, and she pushes with a burst of strength to bring their hands back up about to the midpoint. ]
Oh, man, you're not bad!
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Possibly moreso for Shizuo, neutral expression starting to slip into something a lot more startled as Ramir proceeds to...not fly off the bench. And even force his arm back upright. Ah, this is...there's no give. There's almost no give? He's punched through stone walls with more give than this. He pushes back harder, with proper effort this time, and it's actually outright difficult.
Surprise slips into a grin of his own, automatic, half disbelieving and half increasingly pleased.]
Ah, speak for yourself-- [Warming up to the competition now, he attempts another hearty push to bend her arm at least a little past midway. Did the bench just creak a little? Is stone even supposed to creak like that? Ah, who cares...] You're not holding back on me here or anything though, are you? I'd almost think this is your first time arm-wrestling too--
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