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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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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."