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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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"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.