Training: The Gammon edition

[showsnopiety]

Who: Caren and you!
When: Gladia 10th (aka August 10th)
Where: Kickdton, Gammon
What: Caren organized a mass training session. This can only go well.
Rating: PG-13 for possible language and certainly violence. Train on!



It's not a difficult place to find, considering the directions: all heroes had to do was find Kickin' Kiwi park, and head straight for the river. There would be all sorts of helpful signs which hero worshippers may have helped set up. Watch out for the kiwi birds though, they're everywhere! In the distance, there's the Royal Foccer Fellowship Stadium. So in case one wishes to go watch some foccer practice instead, that's always an option.

But that's not what you heroes are here for, is it? You're here in the middle of a truly beautiful park for some training! There's a notice (and possibly a fan or two hovering around) stuck to a clean pile of rocks, saying for trainnees must tie a ribbon (which are in buckets, and also somehow stuck to the rocks?) to their arm, corresponding to the training they wish to take. The categories are as follow:

Healing (BLUE) Weapons (RED) Magic (PURPLE) Endurance (GREEN) Sparring (ORANGE)

Trainers are instructed to take the armbands (also found in the buckets!) of the corresponding colours of their course so not to confuse the students. However, if it turns out you are a terrible trainer, Caren will happily take away your armband and give you your own special lesson. (What that lesson is, no one wants to find out).

Don't forget to bring your heroic weapons, because training weapons are not provided. Though maybe you'll get lucky, and someone will want to teach hand to hand combat!

It's also highlighted in BOLD RED LETTERS THAT KILLING IS FORBIDDEN. Try to break this rule, and Caren will break you. Slowly.

Have your ribbon on? It's time to start that training montage!

((OOC: EVERYONE IS WELCOME! Make friends, learn a few things, and have fun!

Also please incidate in your top level if you are a trainee or a trainer!

eg The Doctor | Trainer -Magic
Donna Noble | Trainee - EVERYTHING PLEASE
Jack Harkness | Trainer - Endurance + trainee -magic))

Comments

[burlyheart]

[It takes a lot to phase Potemkin. He's seen a lot, and endured plenty, and much of it was done under the knowledge that lives were at stake, of others or his own.

He's phased now. He restrains himself in time to avoid jerking back and possibly making a ruckus in their impromptu operating room, but those eyes which are often austere and always devoid of fire do widen like how one does in the face of something that cannot remotely be compared to precedent, then they narrow in a brief pause (though still too long for Potemkin to be really proud of) to scrutinize what the hell is going on.

But he does understand the point being made, and Potemkin quickly moves on to the task Sion has entrusted to him. On that issue, there is no panicking, and Potemkin goes from shock to coolness as he holds the bottom of Sion's hand with his palm and looks at the cut. Focus one's mana, create a image in the mind's eye of the desired result...

Potemkin's mana comes erratically without his weapon, and he has to wait for it to gather. In the meantime he tries to answer Sion.]

You could word it like that. You could also phrase it as a question of "to what end?", instead of "how much did I fight?" That is the question that changed my mind.

[sunderings]

[ It is not something so easily overlooked, the change in Potemkin's stoic countenance—the man goes tense as though he were about to recoil, and though the action never comes to pass, Sion cannot recall a time when he has seen something akin to a spark in the solid white of Potemkin's eyes. But what had been at its root? Surely, his roommate had not perceived him to be a threat in the moment when he'd taken up his dagger; certainly, Potemkin is acquainted (at least in part) with Sion's inherent disregard for his own welfare. Leaving...

Ah.

Perhaps it had only been an instinctive bid to withdraw from something so obviously inhuman?

Though whatever the cause, the spark is there and gone in an instant, leaving Sion's hand cradled within Potemkin's own, a mana link forming between them. Golden eyes falling closed, Sion feels for the flow of the man's energy through the connection, reads it as it begins to coalesce in preparation for a spell. I think anyone would have more experience in using magic than me, Potemkin had said to him once upon a time, and now...

They've come so very far, haven't they? Potemkin, a soldier not too long ago uncertain of his ability with spellcraft is now keenly at focus, undaunted by the task set before him. ]

So it is your heart which has changed; your answer to the question "why do I fight?".

[ And if that answer should be simply to help others, perhaps this interest in healing is not so much of a surprise, but a natural progression of things. ]

Are you determined, now, to make healing your new cause?

[burlyheart]

[Sion's mana bridges the spell together from the other end, and Potemkin finding that connection is what it takes for the subject to at last link together in his head, all of his study and effort and that which had previously frustrated him now developing into a sense of the magic. His progress rapidly grows stronger, which shows itself in the progress of the of the spell.

Potemkin had only reached out with his hand because it was convenient, but it turned out to have been the appropriate choice. Just as his weapon took mana from his hands, they are also how he heals. A red light glows from the edges of Sion's self-inflicted wound, eventually bright enough to create beams that stick out into the air above. Potemkin is surprisingly calm at this development, too determined to have this be done. And the spell itself does not feel unpleasant. There's a methodicalness to how the cut is reversed bit by bit, like it's approaching from Potemkin's scientific mindset.]

I would consider myself worthless if I couldn't commit. As soon as Noir attacks again, I will be there. Consider that a formal declaration.

[He brings up the invasion force on the plateau that is still distant yet remains on everyone's mind.]

And to stand by my declaration, it would be best if I could show results right now.