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asgardchrysalis2019-09-24 06:39 pm
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( open ) practice makes perfect
Who: Jim Kirk & YOU!
What: Jim wants to learn how to wield a sword (and some other weapons)
When: Now-ish
Where: Temjask arena
Rating: PG-13 for possible mild violence, fighting and minor injuries
While not unfamiliar with using weapons, it's fair to say that Jim's well out of his depth here. Barring the use of magic, there's nothing even remotely resembling energy weapons, and even projectile weapons are nonexistent. He's checked out what's on offer but some of them he doesn't even recognize, and those that he does...
Well, he can't really remember ever holding a sword in his life, for instance. But he's definitely curious. He goes to the arena to train, keep his body in shape and possibly look for someone willing to spar with him, and after he's worked up some sweat, he heads out to where all those weapons are on display, looking over the selection with interest.
He picks up a sword at one point, a smaller and lighter-looking one, but not knowing what to do with it, he'll put it back down unless someone approaches or cuts in. He also walks around the training grounds, watching others use those same weapons, admiring from a safe distance at how skilled they are.
A more elaborate or showy move will no doubt get an impressed sound from him, and he tips his head at them. "That was brilliant. You're really good."
Not that he'd know the first thing, it just looked impressive.
What: Jim wants to learn how to wield a sword (and some other weapons)
When: Now-ish
Where: Temjask arena
Rating: PG-13 for possible mild violence, fighting and minor injuries
While not unfamiliar with using weapons, it's fair to say that Jim's well out of his depth here. Barring the use of magic, there's nothing even remotely resembling energy weapons, and even projectile weapons are nonexistent. He's checked out what's on offer but some of them he doesn't even recognize, and those that he does...
Well, he can't really remember ever holding a sword in his life, for instance. But he's definitely curious. He goes to the arena to train, keep his body in shape and possibly look for someone willing to spar with him, and after he's worked up some sweat, he heads out to where all those weapons are on display, looking over the selection with interest.
He picks up a sword at one point, a smaller and lighter-looking one, but not knowing what to do with it, he'll put it back down unless someone approaches or cuts in. He also walks around the training grounds, watching others use those same weapons, admiring from a safe distance at how skilled they are.
A more elaborate or showy move will no doubt get an impressed sound from him, and he tips his head at them. "That was brilliant. You're really good."
Not that he'd know the first thing, it just looked impressive.
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He pauses just after completing a strike, maintaining his pose as he looks over at his fellow space traveler. He straightens up, leaning on the staff after planting it in the ground and realizes he's worked up a sweat. Wiping off his face as he speaks, "Not as good as someone from my home."
Finn's tone here is kinda sad, but a buried sort of sad, he hasn't...quite dealt with Rey's leaving Asgard. "She was good. Really good. I...do well enough." Don't listen to his modesty, he was top of his class pretty much in everything. "What brings you out this way?"
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He makes his way over, looking the staff up and down before turning to Finn. "Nothing much. I was training before, and thought I'd check out the weapons here. I'm not very used to... well, any of them, to be honest with you."
dropped the thread but finn would've showed him the shield he can summon it's nothing fancy
A nod from him, "I feel kind of lucky that the First Order trained us the way they did. They didn't give us weapons that wouldn't work in an unpowered environment." Silly lightsabers... "Even if I do prefer blasters," another light chuckle at himself and then he holds out the staff to the other man.
"Here, I'll walk you through some beginner things with a staff and you decide whether or not you like it enough to continue," sounds like a plan, right?
works for me!
He accepts the staff with a nod, testing the grip but not trying for any moves just yet. "Okay, so... how do I get started?"
feel free to drop if too old
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He's facing one target when he suddenly turns to the side, shooting off at one he barely had time to aim for. Humans don't stay still on the battlefield, so shooting at multiple targets is the next-best thing to being in actual battle conditions. He turns when he hears the compliment from Kirk. There's sharp, fierce grin that's actually genuine. "Thank you. If I wasn't, I'd be dead by now."
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"I can imagine," he tips his head with a small smile, heading closer to Ivar once the bow is slightly lowered. He'd rather not get pierced through with one of those arrows, even by accident. "The weapons in my time are very different. The ones here all look pretty impressive, but I'd probably look like an idiot wielding them."
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Ivar eases one of the hands covered in fingerless gloves underneath his chin, sizing Kirk up. He's trying to figure out what weapon would best be suited for the man from the future. "No one is born knowing how to handle weapons. What were you thinking of picking up?"
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"Thank you for saying so. Are you a swordsman yourself?"
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He does look pretty interested, that much is clear.
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"Oh? I do confess I find it most interesting to see what Men have come up with over the years.
What do you use instead?"
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Then he hears someone else, and turns to nod to Kirk. "I was taught well," he says. "Were you waiting to use this?" And he jerks a thumb over to said dummy, which looks pretty banged up at this point.
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He gestures to the dummy. "Please, don't let me interrupt you."
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He leans against the rack, his fingers tapping restlessly against his elbow. He hasn't done much more to his beard than trim it, and between that and his height, he looks somewhat older than his sixteen years. More like a man who's seen battle than a boy who grew up too fast.
"You aren't interrupting me," he adds. "I was finishing up anyway."
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So she was right at home in the arena.
The real reason she was there, though, was to test the limits of her new abilities.
Ariadne couldn't explain it, but when she woke up in the morning, she felt more...like herself. Somehow. After some experimenting, she realized what it was. Somehow, in some way, she'd regained her ability to shapeshift. It was exhilarating to realize it. She didn't have to cover her skin any more, didn't have to hide under blankets and cloaks. She could hide in plain sight.
But, of course, it wasn't that simple.
After ten minutes or so, she found herself exhausted, her body reverting back to its natural state. Clearly, whatever power she possessed, it wasn't the one that she had had since her childhood. She was going to have to feel her way through it. And it was only after a few hours of isolated practice that she felt ready to try it out around people. The arena felt like good training grounds. People were easily distracted. She could easily slip away, if she needed to.
What she hadn't counted on was someone taking up her old hobby of watching.
He didn't seem to know a lot about swords. That much became clear to her as she observed. But he seemed to want to learn. And so, Ariadne decided to test herself for real. She changed her form, shapeshifting into a Human body. And slowly, she approached him, coming up to his elbow, her head canted to one side. "If you're hoping to learn, I don't think watching is the way to go."
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"No, probably not. But I'm not exactly sure where to start, so," he shrugged, pulling his hand back from the hilt of one of the swords. It was too heavy for him, anyway. "I thought I'd see what my options are. Maybe eventually ask someone to show me the ropes. Do you know how to wield a sword?"
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She laughed a little, shaking her head. "No. I don't have the build for a sword. Anyway, I prefer using a sling."
It was less fatal, for one thing. And it was much sneakier, for another.
Another fact she wasn't going to admit out loud.
"But there's something about watching a good swordsman," she added, nodding out in the direction of the others. "They're so graceful. It's like a dance."
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So far, one of his main problems has been concentration. He finds the focus but always seems to lose it a split second before the bulls-eye on the target and the blade veers hard in a different direction. Never too far away from its intended target, yet just enough it's starting to become slightly frustrating. This time, it's because he feels someone watching him throw, doesn't acknowledge it right away, as he figures they'll keep on moving. One of the smaller knives hovers above his tattooed palm, the slightest tremble rattling it until he steels himself and flings forward— Oh, Jesus, he's saying something!
Fwump!
He cracks an eye toward the target, lifts the same eyebrow and instantly opens the opposite eye, mouth falling open with surprise. Huh, that's an absolute direct hit. “...thanks,” comes out in a breathless laugh then Klaus turns to face Jim, mouth curved mirthfully. “But honestly, I think that was a lucky shot.”
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"Does that mean I'm your lucky charm, then?" He can't help but tease, even if Jim doesn't really believe in such superstitions. Luck is what you make it, after all.
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His grin widens somewhat, “Hell, if that's the case, I'm gonna have to ask you to stick around for a while. Could use all the luck I can get, to be honest.” Then he shuffles a couple steps closer to Jim, briefly abandoning his training. “Would my new lucky charm happen to have a name?”
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His attention cocks to Jim when complimented and he offers a dagger, turning the handle around with a flip.
"Want a go?"
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"I'm good at darts," he admits. "But I have a feeling this won't be as easy as that."
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Stepping to one side of Jim, Loki shows him how to straighten his arm so that the blade points forward from the right angle, lightly patting here and there to adjust Jim's stance, reticent to let his touch linger. He guides him to stand barely two arms' lengths away from the target.
"Finger laid over the top of the blade to guide it, you want to aim downwards to begin. That's the easiest angle to aim from because gravity will always be pulling your shot low. Use a slicing motion to throw it."
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/Arrives 15 minutes late with Starbucks
Seeing Finn and Ivar around doesn't surprise him, there are others he doesn't recognize and then his eyes land on Jim. Oh, he's not someone Peter sees every day here. ]
More used to guns too, uh? [ Peter says amicable, watching Jim pick up a sword with a look of casual confusion in his face. Sandy isn't visible at first glance but it the blond man pays attention, he might spot a white and grey hamster pocking her tiny head out of the front pocket of Peter's jacket. ]
it's never too late! <3
Yes, but a few people have been helping me out, so I'm not as useless with these now.
[ Still, he lowers the sword and turns to face Peter properly. That's when he notice the little ball of fur poking out of his pocket, and he coos at it. ]
Oh, what's that? What a cute little thing! Hello!
[ He beams at Peter. ] Can I pet it or is it gonna bite my finger off?
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It takes time, I'm still learning the ropes and I've seen Gamora use swords on the daily. [ Peter smile brightens at Jim's reaction after seeing Sandy and the hamster raises her nose as if to say 'hello!' ]
That's my familiar. As long as it's not bigger than a dog, she can change shape into any animal but I think you've only seen her as a corgi. Nah she's harmless...well, as a mouse now. She won't hurt you, extend your palm.
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