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[OPEN] In Which a Hairy Old Man Wanders Around Aimlessly (I am the best at post titles)
Who: Shunsui Kyouraku and you! And anyone! And everyone!
When: early to mid June-ish
Where: Caissa, Lasker...and anywhere else. Shun likes wandering.
What: Very recently promoted to his Knight rank, Shunsui is by no means familiar with his new weapon (a large silver scythe) or its effects! That'll cause some issues. He also signed on for the Have a Drink job, so obligatory waterfight! And some combat training, if anyone wants to!
Rating: I can't imagine this going past PG-13, but if by some miracle it does, I'll update! (He's keeping his shirt on in the waterfight to protect the childrens' innocence, even).
[This is prose because I have terrible eyes and I'm lazy/it's the easiest way for me to write things with my screenreader, but I'm happy to match whatever you're most comfortable with!]
A. Have a Drink, on me!
Shunsui was absolutely soaked.
Not that he minded! Far from, in fact. Seeing the children so happy made him feel a lot lighter than he had in recent memory, and it was a feeling he'd very much missed. That didn't mean he wouldn't appreciate a little assistance, though!
"I'm sorry to bother, but would you mind possibly handing me a towel?"
Or grabbing a bucket of water and helping him, either way!
B. Mopey Knight is Mopey
He'd only scanned the letter announcing his new rank. More because Pretty, his beautiful pink and black butterfly, kept landing on his nose and then fluttering to the door and then back to his nose about once every five seconds. He'd managed to scan the information, and knew what his new weapon looked like (a scythe? The gods here were certainly jokesters!) but not what it could do. Still, Pretty seemed very eager to leave, and who was he to deny her?
Upon retrieving his new weapon, he'd emerged from the armory with it in his left hand, hefting the new weight. It could proooobably fit into his belt, but with that blade, he'd feel better carrying it on his back.
After fashioning a makeshift sling for it from two of the attached ribbons, he swung it in a small arc to get it where it needed to be. Of course, this was the action needed to activate its power: a widening arc of despair for the enemies surrounding him - of which, thankfully, there were none, the armory and its grounds were quite deserted this morning! - and a severe dip in mood for himself.
Pretty's presence on his shoulders, moving her wings to brush the tears from his cheeks, did little to comfort him as he walked, each step feeling heavier than the last. All he wanted was to find some ice cream and to go home to bed for a year or two, really.
...Won't you help him? He's far from his usual fairly jovial self.
C. Training time!
He'd taken to going to the training grounds when he had free time, more because he missed the old pastime of teaching his subordinates than anything else. Oh, he could still sleep for days on end and prowl the streets looking for the best sake and rooftops on which to enjoy it, but something in him called to the idea of training!
And what better way than to take his katana and offer himself up to any students that wanted a lesson?
While his mana resources weren't great (and that was still something he was adjusting to!) he was more than capable of both weapons training and hand to hand sparring. The latter, in fact, was one of his specialties, although he hadn't used it much back home in recent centuries.
If anyone would like a lesson, feel free to approach! He's the tall, burly guy with the long ponytail who's usually leaning against some wall or other.
D. Wildcard!
None of these interest you? I'm not the most creative but I'm open to playing anything out, so feel free to come at me with any ideas you have!
When: early to mid June-ish
Where: Caissa, Lasker...and anywhere else. Shun likes wandering.
What: Very recently promoted to his Knight rank, Shunsui is by no means familiar with his new weapon (a large silver scythe) or its effects! That'll cause some issues. He also signed on for the Have a Drink job, so obligatory waterfight! And some combat training, if anyone wants to!
Rating: I can't imagine this going past PG-13, but if by some miracle it does, I'll update! (He's keeping his shirt on in the waterfight to protect the childrens' innocence, even).
[This is prose because I have terrible eyes and I'm lazy/it's the easiest way for me to write things with my screenreader, but I'm happy to match whatever you're most comfortable with!]
A. Have a Drink, on me!
Shunsui was absolutely soaked.
Not that he minded! Far from, in fact. Seeing the children so happy made him feel a lot lighter than he had in recent memory, and it was a feeling he'd very much missed. That didn't mean he wouldn't appreciate a little assistance, though!
"I'm sorry to bother, but would you mind possibly handing me a towel?"
Or grabbing a bucket of water and helping him, either way!
B. Mopey Knight is Mopey
He'd only scanned the letter announcing his new rank. More because Pretty, his beautiful pink and black butterfly, kept landing on his nose and then fluttering to the door and then back to his nose about once every five seconds. He'd managed to scan the information, and knew what his new weapon looked like (a scythe? The gods here were certainly jokesters!) but not what it could do. Still, Pretty seemed very eager to leave, and who was he to deny her?
Upon retrieving his new weapon, he'd emerged from the armory with it in his left hand, hefting the new weight. It could proooobably fit into his belt, but with that blade, he'd feel better carrying it on his back.
After fashioning a makeshift sling for it from two of the attached ribbons, he swung it in a small arc to get it where it needed to be. Of course, this was the action needed to activate its power: a widening arc of despair for the enemies surrounding him - of which, thankfully, there were none, the armory and its grounds were quite deserted this morning! - and a severe dip in mood for himself.
Pretty's presence on his shoulders, moving her wings to brush the tears from his cheeks, did little to comfort him as he walked, each step feeling heavier than the last. All he wanted was to find some ice cream and to go home to bed for a year or two, really.
...Won't you help him? He's far from his usual fairly jovial self.
C. Training time!
He'd taken to going to the training grounds when he had free time, more because he missed the old pastime of teaching his subordinates than anything else. Oh, he could still sleep for days on end and prowl the streets looking for the best sake and rooftops on which to enjoy it, but something in him called to the idea of training!
And what better way than to take his katana and offer himself up to any students that wanted a lesson?
While his mana resources weren't great (and that was still something he was adjusting to!) he was more than capable of both weapons training and hand to hand sparring. The latter, in fact, was one of his specialties, although he hadn't used it much back home in recent centuries.
If anyone would like a lesson, feel free to approach! He's the tall, burly guy with the long ponytail who's usually leaning against some wall or other.
D. Wildcard!
None of these interest you? I'm not the most creative but I'm open to playing anything out, so feel free to come at me with any ideas you have!
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[He really wasn't even a bit tired. This was nothing compared to his Captain's duties, a feeling which, unbeknownst to him, Levi probably well understood.
And he'd felt his mana, too. Made it a point to do so with everyone he encountered, in fact. Still not the same as reading reiatsu, but close enough to count. This man was incredibly strong, although he hadn't needed more than word of mouth to know that.]
Would you like to spar, sometime? Perhaps after we've both taken a break to get a bite to eat?
[No sense trying to do anything when they were both worn out, after all. This wasn't a battlefield, there was no reason to go until they stood a real chance of injuring one another.]
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Unfortunately, curiosity alone doesn't sway him in some respects. He turns. ]
Don't get so friendly.
[ Offering a chat over lunch and challenging him to a fight nearly in the same breath... hah. Hey, just because he'd been observing the guy practicing, that doesn't mean he wants to get to fraternizing so quick. It's the less personal half of that he'd had his eye on, just for a decent bit of practice with a real, moving, thinking target—which is why he sheathes his blades and pushes his sleeves up to the elbows to offer his fists. ]
This is what you really want, isn't it? If you wanna spar, let's spar.
[ Or maybe it's just what Levi wants, but he had been awfully quick to cut to the chase. ]
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[And every other time, really. It was such a habit by now that he probably wouldn't have been able to hold back even if it had occurred to him, which it honestly hadn't. Still, this guy didn't seem the type to warm to those sorts of advances, so he put a hand up in surrender.
At the sight of those fists, though, he lit up a little. While he was used to training people, this guy seemed more than capable of putting up a real challenge, and that was something Shunsui absolutely loved. His own blade was sheathed, but he took it out of his belt and set it against the wall, his scythe soon following.
His stance, when he turned back around, was easy, but on guard in preparation.]
Schoolyard brawl, eh? A spar it shall be!
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Going at it with fists... yeah, call him a little old-fashioned but it seems like the best way to get (keep) his blood pumping. Then again, it also comes with the easier, cleaner assurance that no one is going to end up bloody. At least, from what he's seen, he expects that Shunsui should at least keep up enough not to have his teeth punched out. That hardiness is one of the few plus sides to having all these "Heroes" around. Stupid expectations aside, a good chunk of them tend to have skill.
And when it's physical skill, testing that's good practice for the both of them. Levi doesn't overthink it; once Shunsui's set his weapons aside, he goes for broke and throws a jab for the abdomen. But it's not like he's just throwing caution to the wind—his mind's active, ready to retaliate at a moment's notice. ]
i'm so late, feel free to ignore!
He also enjoyed hand to hand for the simple fact that most of the time, it didn't lead to injuries that were too extensive, especially in a sparring situation. Levi could probably mess him up quite easily in a true battle situation, but Shunsui wouldn't be an easy win.]
Nice! You'll have to forgive me, I'm at a bit of a disadvantage. Having lost the eye I also lost my depth perception here, something I didn't need to worry about back home. If my attacks are ungraceful, that's why. Unless of course I simply misstep!
and i'm later, so same to you, haha
He keeps the momentum up, throwing his weight backwards with his leap. Only enough distance to spring forward again with a little bit of help from the agile bonus of his magic, his leg cutting a hook for the jaw. ]
Don't make excuses. [ Levi is terse, but this has a particular impact considering the little time he has before he either connects, or Shunsui somehow offsets his weight. ]
no worries, I'm late again with this one too xD
[He said it happily, but a bit short of breath as he barely managed to dodge the kick by moving down and in the opposite direction to avoid any continued momentum. As a return move, he tried to take advantage of the lack of balance Levi would have when his kick was completed and launched a solid arm to his chest area, going not for a direct hit but a hold to perhaps take him down.]
we will make it, i believe in us!
In this case, the right use is diverting his body backwards, faster than he could move to avoid Shunsui's arm were he relying only on attentiveness. It allows him to dodge, but rather than spend the next few seconds being satisfied with himself, he tries to use the situation to his advantage in much the same way—he lashes out again, going back in for another uppercut. ]