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pawnstorm2016-06-11 06:37 pm
accoutered) wrote in pawnstorm2016-06-11 06:37 pm
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Who: bishamonten and anyone who may also be training or would like to watch a former goddess Struggle
When: 06/11
Where: hall of glory courtyard
What: bishamon is trying to learn how to fight again in her new, fragile human body... and figure out wth is up with her weapon in the process. #thestruggleisreal #whatismana #dontskiplegday
Rating: potential for some violence, but otherwise should be alright!
(1) THE BORING KIND OF CARDIO »
[ anyone around the courtyard on this early morning may find themselves having to share the space with an overzealous hero in training... or someone with some serious anger management problems. (or both.)
situated to one side of the courtyard, on lush green grass and right beneath the shade of a large tree is bishamon, currently making full use of the wooden training dummy the keepers of the hall of glory had been kind enough to supply her. from the amount of sweat she's managed to work up (not to mention a good number of bruises already beginning to form along her hands, arms, and legs, and the blood caking along her knuckles) it's clear she's been at this for quite a while... and rather vigorously, too.
the style itself is not easily identifiable, less technique and more raw energy and skill. she strikes fast and hard and with no fear, as if completely unaware of her own limits (or, perhaps, unused to having them), but every now and then she will land a blow that has her flinching back in shock and pain. every time it happens she grits her teeth and seems to make a mental note, before striking the exact same spot with the exact same blow, again and again and again, until finally she does not flinch back in pain anymore.
it's a shame about that uniform, really. she had originally found the skirt impractical, but found it useful now in granting her more movement in the legs. the top, sadly, she had to be more creative with — needing the freedom of her arms, but not wanting to appear too indecent (some people come out there to eat, after all) she had to contend with simply unbutton the first couple of buttons and tying the sleeves around her chest like a wrap. unfortunately, not even these measures could withstand the brunt of all of her movements. of course, by the time she realizes the strain she's putting on the clothing, it's a little too late...
which is why, if you hadn't already approached her before this, she will stop you as you pass by, getting your attention with the wave of one (somewhat bloody) hand. ]
Excuse me — would you happen to know if there's a tailor around here?
(2) BANG BANG ALL OVER YOU »
[ is it just bishamon, or do those stuffed bears do unnervingly smug?
it's gotta be the eyebrows, or maybe it's the stitching along the muzzle. whatever the reason, bishamon decides she doesn't like them, and so doesn't feel even the slightest bit of guilt when she raises her weapon in the air, takes aim, and pulls—
and pulls.
and pulls and pulls and pulls and pulls and pullsandpullsandpULLSand ]
This is stupid!
[ WHY WOULD ANYONE ARM SOMEONE WITH A GUN THAT HAS NO BULLETS???
with a frustrated growl, bishamon chucks the offending weapon towards the bear to the farthest right, its blade embedding right in between its beady little eyes. ]
(3) HAKUNA MANA-TA »
[ or maybe you'll find her sitting by the canal that runs through the center of the courtyard, perched precariously close to the edge along one of the stone ledges that line it. she seems to be two seconds away from falling into the canal herself, what with how much she is leaning over it, but her full attention is drawn to the water itself, rather than her proximity to it.
anyone looking over will notice how intensely she is staring at the water's surface, her brows drawn together and lips pursed in an expression of utmost concentration. slowly, she raises a hand and after a moment of steeling herself, she gives her index finger a quick flick.
there is some slight lag time, but before long, even just the casual observer will notice a large droplet of water pop itself out from the water's surface and crash right into — well. probably your cheek. bishamon sits up suddenly, eyes wide with a look of utter shock and pride. sorry, innocent bystander, she'll feel bad about that in two seconds, just let her finish her mental victory dance.
SHE DID IT, SHE MAGICKED.
]
When: 06/11
Where: hall of glory courtyard
What: bishamon is trying to learn how to fight again in her new, fragile human body... and figure out wth is up with her weapon in the process. #thestruggleisreal #whatismana #dontskiplegday
Rating: potential for some violence, but otherwise should be alright!
(1) THE BORING KIND OF CARDIO »
situated to one side of the courtyard, on lush green grass and right beneath the shade of a large tree is bishamon, currently making full use of the wooden training dummy the keepers of the hall of glory had been kind enough to supply her. from the amount of sweat she's managed to work up (not to mention a good number of bruises already beginning to form along her hands, arms, and legs, and the blood caking along her knuckles) it's clear she's been at this for quite a while... and rather vigorously, too.
the style itself is not easily identifiable, less technique and more raw energy and skill. she strikes fast and hard and with no fear, as if completely unaware of her own limits (or, perhaps, unused to having them), but every now and then she will land a blow that has her flinching back in shock and pain. every time it happens she grits her teeth and seems to make a mental note, before striking the exact same spot with the exact same blow, again and again and again, until finally she does not flinch back in pain anymore.
it's a shame about that uniform, really. she had originally found the skirt impractical, but found it useful now in granting her more movement in the legs. the top, sadly, she had to be more creative with — needing the freedom of her arms, but not wanting to appear too indecent (some people come out there to eat, after all) she had to contend with simply unbutton the first couple of buttons and tying the sleeves around her chest like a wrap. unfortunately, not even these measures could withstand the brunt of all of her movements. of course, by the time she realizes the strain she's putting on the clothing, it's a little too late...
which is why, if you hadn't already approached her before this, she will stop you as you pass by, getting your attention with the wave of one (somewhat bloody) hand. ]
Excuse me — would you happen to know if there's a tailor around here?
(2) BANG BANG ALL OVER YOU »
it's gotta be the eyebrows, or maybe it's the stitching along the muzzle. whatever the reason, bishamon decides she doesn't like them, and so doesn't feel even the slightest bit of guilt when she raises her weapon in the air, takes aim, and pulls—
and pulls.
and pulls and pulls and pulls and pulls and pullsandpullsandpULLSand ]
This is stupid!
[ WHY WOULD ANYONE ARM SOMEONE WITH A GUN THAT HAS NO BULLETS???
with a frustrated growl, bishamon chucks the offending weapon towards the bear to the farthest right, its blade embedding right in between its beady little eyes. ]
(3) HAKUNA MANA-TA »
anyone looking over will notice how intensely she is staring at the water's surface, her brows drawn together and lips pursed in an expression of utmost concentration. slowly, she raises a hand and after a moment of steeling herself, she gives her index finger a quick flick.
there is some slight lag time, but before long, even just the casual observer will notice a large droplet of water pop itself out from the water's surface and crash right into — well. probably your cheek. bishamon sits up suddenly, eyes wide with a look of utter shock and pride. sorry, innocent bystander, she'll feel bad about that in two seconds, just let her finish her mental victory dance.
SHE DID IT, SHE MAGICKED.
]
weeps
when hakuno finishes, the former goddess leans back, lips quirking into a mildly bashful smile. ]
I can't say I'd agree... but maybe we can just call it even. [ she nods towards the unmarred skin. ] That was impressive.
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[Hakuno ducks her head modestly. A flicker of pride warms through her chest all the same, though, because this is something she actually did herself. No Code Casts, no Formal Wear, just the earnest efforts of Hakuno Kishinami.]
I've only just started learning. I have a good Sensei, though; he's already a King. The most I can take care of right now are welts and bruises.
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A King... [ she muses, and takes a moment to recall the reading she and ed had down days prior in the library. ] Master of defensive spells, correct? It's good that you're in good hands.
[ bishamon wishes she had a bit less pride so she might seek a master herself...
or know of one, period. ]
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[Or at least, a King is her best bet at strengthening those skills, anyways.]
Do you have any areas you're looking into especially, Miss?
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but in response to the young girl's question, she can only shake her head. ] Not especially, no. [ that is to say— ] In my world, my realm was within combat.
[ she gives a helpless gesture to the gun-blade embedded within the bear's head, several feet away from them. ]
Unfortunately, I don't seem to be doing quite as well with that here.
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[Hakuno is exceedingly aware that 'like' might be unnecessary, given her experience with sometimes gender-swapped Heroic Spirits and Goddess amalgamations in the Moon Cell. Still, she might as well ask. It's not polite to make assumptions.]
I'm Hakuno Kishinami. I did a lot of fighting too back in my world, but it was through commands and proxies rather than personally. Adjusting is kind of a pain, huh?
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it's already been a few days, but it still never ceases to amaze her. ]
...yes. The God. [ the god, the one and only.
the corners of her lips crinkle in wry amusement. ]
A "pain" is definitely one way to phrase it. [ she would have personally used more colorful ones. in any case...! ]
It's nice to meet you, Hakuno. While I cannot say I have much to offer you in terms of spells, if you should ever need help in handling that bow, I have a few centuries' worth of experience that might make it a little easier for you.
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[She'd say 'despite the circumstances,' usually, except... well. Hakuno honestly loves this world already, by pure virtue of being better than the Moon Cell and giving her a real human body of her very own. She quickly perks up at that offer.]
Absolutely! If you don't mind sparing the time, I'd be grateful for any and all advice you could give me. I know they say there's no teacher like experience, but I'd still like to practice as much as possible before I try my luck anywhere.
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[ she's more of a swords and guns woman now, with your occasional whip thrown in, but that definitely doesn't mean she hasn't walked around the archery block once or twice. in fact, she has yet to meet a weapon she cannot wield. ]
It's right what they say about experience, but when it comes to weapons, there is no such thing as over-preparation. The last thing any wielder would want is to cause their own harm.
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[Hakuno raises a little fist of determination.]
I might make some silly mistakes here and there, but I'll definitely give it my all.
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[ ...??? ]
I do not think you were given a weapon with the intent to fail. [ at least, she'd like to hope so... ]
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Well, I suppose so, yeah. It's just a pretty big shift.
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[ most others would have not been so keen to address their own weaknesses. bishamon herself had to take a day or two to come to terms with it. ]
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[Hakuno knows without a shadow of a doubt that she's weak, and not just because Gilgamesh had taken every opportunity to remind and educate her of this fact back when they were still struggling to return to the Near Side.]
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Call it whatever you want, so long as it keeps you going forward.
[ she's hardly in any position to condemn anyone of their stubbornness, after all... you're talking to a woman who'd held a grudge for centuries... ]