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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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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.