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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.
]
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That was me, yes, [ she admits, starting to move again. this time she goes slow, a careful dance as she begins to circle around him. he is a fighter, and a gifted one at that — that much she can tell from the moment he raised his weapon at her. she is certain he will match her pace and not let down his guard. she'd not have it any other way. ]
But your mistake is thinking your wits would be any better than mine.
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Are they not? I've yet to see it myself. [ He's practically taunting Bishamon now, his confidence not wavering in the slightest as he follows her movement. Never mind that his sword is stuck in the ground, leaving him practically unarmed. Never mind that she's already more than shown her quick wit and courage in disarming him in the first place. He's hardly bothered. ]
So why don't you show me? [ Kojirou raises a hand, pointing it right at Bishamon, the glow of mana still visible. A few words muttered under his breath later, a bolt of magic is sent right at his opponent. It's nothing terribly impressive, the lowest tier of offensive magic available to the heroes here, and yet it's still magic, more than enough to show that even when visibly unarmed, he's still dangerous. ]
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though, in truth, she had not been expecting the sludge of mud that suddenly gets sent her way, but it is certainly far better than anything else she had been expecting. it hadn't hurt, for one thing, though it is an incredible annoyance. she lowers her raised arm with a look of distaste. mud now clings to her skin and clothing, and it takes a couple of shakes to get most of it off of her arm. ]
Don't blink.
[ she'll have to thank him for the idea, though. it doesn't take her more than three long strides to charge right up to him, making it easy enough for her to carry that lump of mud that had fallen over her foot. with a swift arch of her leg, she's flinging the wet earth right up towards his eyes, intending to blind him. but whether or not that actually meets its target is unimportant to her — it is yet another distraction, as she dips low within a foot of him, jabbing at his midsection with the butt of her gun's grip, hoping to knock the wind out of him. ]
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At least, that's what he would like his opponent to think. Of course, in a perfect world, he wouldn't have had to abandon his weapon, and if he were slightly less cocky, he should have went to retrieve the Laundry Pole immediately upon losing it. He would have to give Bishamon credit for pushing him this far. But he is not quite unarmed yet. ]
Worry not, I won't take my eyes off you.
[ His right arm moves up to block the incoming mud, catching it with the sleeve of his jacket and keeping it out of his eyes. His left arm on the other hand, moves to intercept the actual attack. Is he going to grab it with his bare hand? He might be able to, given his statistical advantage as a Knight, but his pride won't allow it. This is supposed to be a battle of skills and wits, is it not?
No, instead a hook launches out from beneath his sleeve, a chain unraveling behind it, the wicked curved length of sharp metal hurtling right at Bishamon's neck.
Promoted classes carry two weapons. ]
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she sees it coming, of course (though, distantly, she knows if she had kazuma with her, she would have seen it seconds faster), but again this human body fails her. despite noticing the appearance of the second weapon, there is little she can do to account for it but reach up with her free hand, grasping the cold chain just as the hook catches itself around the delicate skin of her neck, drawing blood.
she grunts sharply, anticipating the pull from the weapon before the mana instructs it, and down she goes, forced on her knees and dragged close by the magic. her bare knees scrape against the ground, drawing more blood, but she merely grits her teeth against the pain
and silently thank him for making this so much easier for her.
because now there is no obstacle of distance, and now both his hands are occupied. with a grin that he might not see thanks to their sudden proximity, bishamon releases both her weapon and his so that she might be able to hold unto her arms when she wraps them around his waist. she digs the balls of her feet into the earth and with a mighty heave she throws her body backwards — taking him with her, headfirst. ]
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But there's no denying it works. Being willing to take a hit to close the distance between them completely, and strike while his hands are occupied. It's a clever, gutsy tactic, and Kojirou will just have to take his bumps.
He tucks his neck in as he lands so he doesn't take the full weight of the blow right to his head and neck, spreading some of the impact to his shoulders. He's never actually wrestled like this, but falling correctly is just another part of fighting, and fighting comes instinctively to the samurai. Ukemi, as it were. ]
Ah, how impressive. If the ground here had been harder, I would have taken serious damage. Perhaps Bishamonten isn't a wasted name on you after all.
[ One suplex, despite being quite the feat, isn't going to take anyone out completely without some serious strength behind the toss. Still, Kojirou has to praise Bishamon. He's always prided himself on his defense, after all, and yet he's the one on the ground. ]
Do you want to end things here, or would you like to keep going until we prove which of us is superior?
[ He's up to his hands and knees by now, wiping some dirt from his face with the cleaner of his sleeves. Continuing to fight is, of course, an option, but he's going to offer her a way out while keeping some pride first, if only because he doesn't want to scare her off completely. ]