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[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]

[ Oh shit, indeed. Ramir instinctively hops up, releasing his hand and springing back as she has a mini heartattack, which lasts right up until she realizes what's happened. They're so strong they broke the fucking bench. Then comes the laughter.

She sinks back down into her seat, dropping her forehead into her hand, helpless with laughter. Still, she manages to get out: ] Oh my god, we're too badass. It couldn't take it.

[longtempered]

[Ramir leaps up, and Shizuo moves in the exact opposite direction, the break being sudden enough after all the arm-wrestling strain that he very nearly faceplants into the remnants of the bench. He manages to swing himself upright just in time, thankfully for his dignity, and then he's half-standing himself as he also takes a moment to figure out what even happened...it doesn't take long to connect the dots, though. Shizuo remains standing, staring at the bench halves while Ramir collapses into laughter, and...honestly? It's pretty contagious, for a number of reasons.

There was barely any give, not once. She's not hurt at all. They actually broke the bench arm-wrestling...and then Shizuo's laughing too, running a hand through his hair for a sheer lack of having any idea what else to do at the moment.]

Damn, I--I had a feeling? I knew this was going to happen, damn it... [He can't even pretend to be indignant about this, however, the words huffed out between the laughing.] Hah, what's this even supposed to count as, are there rules for this? Is this a tie?

[A tie...she's just as strong as he is, holy shit--]

[heavyhitter]

You fucking did not, or you wouldn't have been scared by it. I saw that jump. [ Like it didn't scare the crap out of her, too. Her laughter's finally settling down enough to get actual full sentences out, but her grin is huge. ]

That's definitely a tie. [ And she looks delighted about it, perched on her broken bench and grinning up at him. ] Never tied before. God, what're the odds?

[ She'd been easily the strongest person she knew at home, and of course she knows here the rules are different, there's extraordinary people littered all over ALASTAIR — but to find someone as strong as she is? That's pretty cool. ]

[longtempered]

Oi, I wasn't expecting it to be that quick, anybody'd still be surprised!

[Ah, what is air...he needs to calm down. It's not very often when a feeling this strong isn't his temper trying to burn its way out of his chest, though--and this time it's some bizarre blend of happiness and utter relief, a kind he hasn't felt in a long time. Not since that incident with that demon knife, was it? Realizing he could go all-out against Saika had sort of felt like this too. But this time...this time there's not even fighting at all. Unless you count the arm-wrestle in itself, and really, with this verdict it probably doesn't count at all...

Shizuo puffs out a sigh hard enough to bend his frame forward a little, hand moving from his head to his mouth as he tries to stifle the rest of this ridiculous laughing. He's still visibly grinning himself, though--Ramir definitely isn't the only delighted party here, at the moment.]

Man, I don't even know, though...I always thought the odds were pretty much zero, to be honest? I've never tied before either. Not with anybody else like that, just now? Ah... [He leans back on the balls of his feet, appraising Ramir as if he's seeing an entirely different person all of a sudden.] Thought I was always going to be the only one.

[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.