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voidtreckerexpress2022-06-07 08:09 am
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[RABBIT 19] - TRAINING GYM
Who: Emporio, and YOU!
Where: Training Gym
When: Rabbit 19
What: Emporio's Daily Training is a Thing, That Happens
Warnings: Usual End Stone Ocean Spoilers for Emporio- Permissions Here!
It is the start of what is a typical day, for Emporio. It's been a long time since he started this habit, but he's done his best not to stop- and he hopes that the people from the watery, alien retreat where he and so many had learned to better defend their minds, would be pleased with how he's been doing.
The boy is dressed simply- swim shorts and a t-shirt from Aquafir work rather well for gym clothes, and he's made use of them since that trip. There are mats on the floor, and his Stand keeps itself feet-to-the-ground before him as the boy practices.
Breathing in-
Breathing out-
Emporio goes through the motions of katas that may seem familiar, and yet not. They look almost fluid- too fluid, like they were meant to cut through water in the process of their motions. The strikes and exercises however, resembling something akin to Tai Chi, become something to be wary of as he begins to speed up per the exercise requirements though. Before him, Weather allows cloud to mist around every 'strike' they take. The Stand moves as if in a fight himself, allowing their charge to learn just enough to adjust accordingly.
Particularly as the end of the exercise comes. With a short, muted shout, Emporio manages to throw his own Stand overtop himself by grabbing hold of an incoming arm and immediately raising both legs. A death grip forming a death roll for the attacker, before Emporio himself recovers to continue the set.
It goes on like this for roughly an hour. Or at least, as long as it takes for any interruptions.
If that happens, Emporio and Weather both pause immediately after all. They pause, turn, and in the case of the one with more capacity to display emotion, blink.
"Oh- ...Uh..." The boy goes somewhat red. "I...didn't think a lot of people came here this early..."
Where: Training Gym
When: Rabbit 19
What: Emporio's Daily Training is a Thing, That Happens
Warnings: Usual End Stone Ocean Spoilers for Emporio- Permissions Here!
It is the start of what is a typical day, for Emporio. It's been a long time since he started this habit, but he's done his best not to stop- and he hopes that the people from the watery, alien retreat where he and so many had learned to better defend their minds, would be pleased with how he's been doing.
The boy is dressed simply- swim shorts and a t-shirt from Aquafir work rather well for gym clothes, and he's made use of them since that trip. There are mats on the floor, and his Stand keeps itself feet-to-the-ground before him as the boy practices.
Breathing in-
Breathing out-
Emporio goes through the motions of katas that may seem familiar, and yet not. They look almost fluid- too fluid, like they were meant to cut through water in the process of their motions. The strikes and exercises however, resembling something akin to Tai Chi, become something to be wary of as he begins to speed up per the exercise requirements though. Before him, Weather allows cloud to mist around every 'strike' they take. The Stand moves as if in a fight himself, allowing their charge to learn just enough to adjust accordingly.
Particularly as the end of the exercise comes. With a short, muted shout, Emporio manages to throw his own Stand overtop himself by grabbing hold of an incoming arm and immediately raising both legs. A death grip forming a death roll for the attacker, before Emporio himself recovers to continue the set.
It goes on like this for roughly an hour. Or at least, as long as it takes for any interruptions.
If that happens, Emporio and Weather both pause immediately after all. They pause, turn, and in the case of the one with more capacity to display emotion, blink.
"Oh- ...Uh..." The boy goes somewhat red. "I...didn't think a lot of people came here this early..."
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That was usually the case; otherwise it was just happenstance.
"I'm not a lot of people." She remarked; it was true though, she didn't know many people who got up this early either. "And at my age stretching first thing in the morning is vital."
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"Was that some form of kung fu or another style of martial arts?" Not that it really mattered, but she recognized the moves to a certain extent-the same way a person who speaks spanish might recognize Italian or French.
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"It's...I guess the latter? It's not from Earth," he explains with a small smile. "...Actually I don't think it's really made with humans in mind at all...were you on the train when we went to that training retreat? It was a lot like being underwater, but we could still breathe...mostly we were there to practice defending our minds, but they were practicing this martial art there as well. When I asked if they were willing to teach me, they helped me learn some beginning exercises that would work for my size!"
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Especially given her own trauma, anything to alleviate the symptoms was worth a try.
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"When I brought this up, they were really careful to share techniques they had that I could use! ...I don't know if I could manage the rest of the art without tentacles or something..."
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That was why they trained her in knives as well as rifles in the military, and not just because amno was expensive. One couldn't just rely on firearms, especially in the OIA-one had to be able to adapt.
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"It can be pretty easy to get caught up in a moment when people are in danger, so it's hard to properly watch myself..."
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Though she couldn't say that the latter was smart either; considering how hard the military worked so that a person could ignore their urge to run, (and thus save their own skin), and how she didn't have much issues with proverbial fighting-she did wonder at just who was the smarter of the two.
"I'm part of the military back home. New recruits are always put through the ringer, you need to do well enough to survive, but smart enough to not..willingly..get yourself killed."
Because nice as they were at memorials, dead soldiers were still useless ones.
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A swallow, and he looks to Sonya with a nod. The Military leaves a lot unsaid- the understanding of true danger, the understanding of what it really means to go out into particular situations and circumstances, and what the consequences could inevitably be. Emporio turns away, a small frown on his face.
"I guess...a lot of the people on the train never get that kind of lesson huh..."
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Least he wasn't on the Red or Purple team; if the train had to pull in kids, they should be on the squad least likely to be in danger.
"It's no better or worse than other military mobile units. Kid like you shouldn't have to fight though."
Emphasis on shouldn't. She knew too damn well that whatever her feelings, being a kid wasn't a failsafe to danger.
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"...It's... ...I know. ...Honestly though, the train's been a lot better than where I was before," he answers back- the tone is casual. Perhaps not alarmingly so, as some have felt it, but there's also a tired edge to it.
He's had to explain this a few times. A lot of times- but he's not about to press about it either. Not much, at least. "...Having people on board that care about that kind of thing was actually weird for a bit..!"
...Might help if he didn't say things like that so casually though.