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voidtreckerexpress2021-05-02 12:42 am
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[open] training day!
Who: Wen Sizhui and open to all
Where: Coach I - Training Gym
When: Month Llama, Day 2
What: Wen Sizhui is training in the gym and is open for a friendly spar or match.
Warnings: Will add as needed
His explorations had taken him all over the train, learning about each and every coach that weren't sleepers and seeing how they could be utilized for activity when he's not busy doing chores. Wen Sizhui had been happy when he discovered the Training Gym and had decided that he would take at least a few days to train there to make sure his skills remain sharp.
It's early, or he assumes it's early from how his body feels, when he makes his way to the Coach and sets down his rucksack. He roots around the cupboard until he finds the hand held pads and training dummies. He smiles as he runs his fingers over them; how sophisticated! Far more sturdy than the straw dummies he'd practiced with when he was just first learning and softer than the wooden dummies he'd trained with as he got older.
With no way of tying his hair back, Wen Sizhui carefully takes the string out of his purple hoodie and pulls half of his hair back neatly and ties it off so that it stays out of his face. He sets his rucksack down in the corner and pulls out his qiankun pouch before pulling his sword out of that. The familiar weight of the blade feels good in his hands and he smiles, glad that he's able to keep his sword with him on this journey.
He rolls his shoulders and goes through the warm ups before facing off the dummy he set down, swinging his sword until he is at the ready. The disciple had already been training with the dummy for a few hours when he hears the door slide open. He pauses and wipes the sweat from his brow, turning toward the visitor with a smile.
Where: Coach I - Training Gym
When: Month Llama, Day 2
What: Wen Sizhui is training in the gym and is open for a friendly spar or match.
Warnings: Will add as needed
His explorations had taken him all over the train, learning about each and every coach that weren't sleepers and seeing how they could be utilized for activity when he's not busy doing chores. Wen Sizhui had been happy when he discovered the Training Gym and had decided that he would take at least a few days to train there to make sure his skills remain sharp.
It's early, or he assumes it's early from how his body feels, when he makes his way to the Coach and sets down his rucksack. He roots around the cupboard until he finds the hand held pads and training dummies. He smiles as he runs his fingers over them; how sophisticated! Far more sturdy than the straw dummies he'd practiced with when he was just first learning and softer than the wooden dummies he'd trained with as he got older.
With no way of tying his hair back, Wen Sizhui carefully takes the string out of his purple hoodie and pulls half of his hair back neatly and ties it off so that it stays out of his face. He sets his rucksack down in the corner and pulls out his qiankun pouch before pulling his sword out of that. The familiar weight of the blade feels good in his hands and he smiles, glad that he's able to keep his sword with him on this journey.
He rolls his shoulders and goes through the warm ups before facing off the dummy he set down, swinging his sword until he is at the ready. The disciple had already been training with the dummy for a few hours when he hears the door slide open. He pauses and wipes the sweat from his brow, turning toward the visitor with a smile.
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"Sizhui."
He'll clue in that it is a different Sizhui... shortly, for now he takes in the youth's figure, his eyes softening with a bit of concern.
"Is something the matter?"
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"My apologies, I am not Lan Sizhui. I am Wen Sizhui."
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Cupped hands again, Xichen considers the possibilities, his voice growing slightly less... familiar, though not colder.
"Please forgive my error. The train does tend to bring people who are similar yet different.
"I would ask if the Sunshot campaign never happened, or had a different outcome than the one I know, but I believe the courtesy name you have would be different then." He would probably be named by his own parents, for example. "Beyond that, I can only hope that your world is a kind place."
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"From what I've heard, Zewu Jun, it is," he replies.
He's a bit embarrassed about it. But he's interested in learning about the other worlds.
"Are you the Zewu Jun from Lan Sizhui's world?"
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"The Sizhui I know is a little younger, he would only now be reaching seventeen summers. But... one much like it, I believe."
He adds a soft shrug. "Before, the train had said that we all come from different worlds, truly. So that may bet it."
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"That... was probably safer than many other options. Thank you for answering, young master Wen." He tilts his head slightly. "If you wish, we can cross swords? Unless it is time for you to rest."
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"It would be an honor to practice form with you, Zewu Jun."
He wipes at his brow with the back of his sleeve and picks his sword up again.
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Keep himself bust some how. So he's coming to the gym when he spots Sizhui in there already. He does a quick check to figure out which one he's greeting, no headband (Wen), and walks in hand up in a little wave.
"Whoa, that looked pretty impressive." Dennis motions to his sword.
"That yours?" His brows pop up in a question. Seems like a lot of people here had swords.
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"When you practice cultivation, you often use a sword as your weapon."
He sheathes the sword and holds it up, offering it to Dennis to look at more closely.
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Gingerly he'll take the sheathed sword in his hands, inspecting it closer. Hell the sheath is already amazing, but the work on the handle of the sword is wonderful too.
"Looks more like a work of art than a weapon." Dennis admires it for a beat more, then smiles, giving it back to it's owner.
"Bet you kick a lotta ass with it though." Wait is that disrespectful. Is kicking ghost ass supposed to be honorable?
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"Swords are very helpful as a means of spiritual weapon. So," he grins, "yes, I do kick a lotta ass with it."
He can't help but giggle a little at the phrasing.
"Do people not use swords as much in London?"
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Dennis laughs a little.
"No uh, like hundreds of years ago and stuff, sure, but not anymore. Swords are for museums and collectors now."
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"Then...what is used to defend oneself?"
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"Guns mostly. Or knives. Most people don't got ways to, or call the police to help them." Most people try to keep their head down and nose clean.
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But defending yourself with a knife?
"That's good, then, that they have the police to help them?" he asks, unsure of it.
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"Eh, sure." Dennis shrugs, "Sometimes they help, sometimes they're just there to hassle people. S'good and bad I guess." Depends on where they're going to help, who they're helping. Place he lives no one really liked having to go there, they just paint everyone in the estates as poor troublemakers.
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He had heard tales of such cultivators, after all.
"Would you like me to show you how to use a sword? Something basic."
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He perks again at Sizhui asking if he'd like to learn how to use a sword.
"Actually Inigo's been teaching stuff, but won't say no to another master swordsman giving me some pointers." Dennis barely knows the basics, but it's a start.
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He's dressed in sports gear, trainers on his feet and his jacket already off and down to a short-sleeved shirt, kept with him by a crooked arm, hand in a pocket. That'll get discarded by the nearby wall, to be picked back up again later.
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"New Sizhui, huh?" He thinks on it. "Not a bad nickname. I'm just doing a little bit of training. You never know when we might be called to do something."
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"What do you know about the missions? The different teams anyway."
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"Purple gets a lot of fighting jobs. Which," he says with a cant of his head to the blade, "looks like you're not new to."
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"I'm not particularly new to using a sword. But my opponents tend to be ah...not alive," he explains.
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"Right, other Sizhui told me about that. You have...undead people? That get used for fighting, or they're just hanging around...? Another guy was telling me something about that too." Folding his arms, he's trying to remember. It's been a while. "Something about people hiring those who can bring the dead back?"
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"Sort of. We put spirits to rest. There's a very specific kind of cultivation that ah...uses undead people to fight other undead people."
He gives a small roll of his shoulders.
"But that only remains with one person."
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Regardless, Lan Sizhui bounds over, his own hair tied into a high ponytail with a bright blue elastic hairtie. He's wearing the provided purple hoodie and cargo pants, forehead ribbon present as always despite his more modern clothes, but the same goes for his qiankun pouch secured loosely at his hip from a belt-loop, which works out quite perfectly if the other boy wants someone to practice with instead of bouncing off a noncombative dummy.
He notes his sweating, cocks an eyebrow with interest then pipes in slight awe, “Goodness, how long have you been practicing?” Maybe he'd actually prefer to take a break?
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"Only a few hours, didi," he replies easily. "Nothing too terrible. These dummies are really high quality! Though it doesn't seem they could truly take a beating like the dummies that Ning-shushu carves periodically."
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Difficult to wonder about it long whenever the other boy replies with ‘didi’ so easily. He beams, nodding enthusiastically and gesturing toward the dummy. “You're right, there have been multiple times I've worried about my strength destroying them.”
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"Would you like to share the practice space? I wouldn't mind. I had Ning-shushu to practice with when I was younger. Then Jingyi was the only one who would even want to be friends with me." He pauses. "Ah, are you friends with Lan Jingyi as well?"
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“I wouldn't mind, either!” Sizhui hesitates a moment, expression creasing with concern, the softest ah slipping out before it can be stopped. Why... was Lan Jingyi the only one who wanted to befriend him? Well, he can't ask that outright, so instead he comments on, “I am. Actually, he's one of my best friends, we are always sent on night-hunts with one another.”
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"He's one of my best friends too! We've gone on night hunts once or twice. Usually when we're guests at Cloud Recesses. We usually need to ask for Master Qiren and Zewu Jun for permission for the both of us to go but lately, the other younger disciples have been interested in joining us."
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“Oh, that's absolutely wonderful to hear.” Truly! They'll have to share stories one day and see just how similar their best friends are, too. Sizhui giggles, straightens his posture and attempts giving his best serious face, despite the way he has to force himself. “Having younger disciples means you both must be responsible, hm?”
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"...didi, I don't know what it's like in your world. But in mine, the Wen aren't exactly...highly regarded." He chooses his words carefully. "I had meant that the other junior disciples have started joining us. Growing up, there was a fear that Qing-shenshen or myself would be like Wen Ruohan. So a lot of people stayed away."
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What it's like in his world? Well, back home, the Wen aren't a clan anymore and he and Wen Ning are the only ones left of that bloodline. He wrinkles his nose, further creasing his expression before he pipes, “I'm glad they've come to their senses, then. You and her would never do such a thing!” A huff follows that, he shakes his head then petulantly crosses both arms over his chest. “We juniors go on night-hunts pretty regularly together, sometimes even with Ning-shushu.”
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