voidtreckerexpress | Fight Club Time Again (I had requests for it)

Who: Trunks Brief (

light_of_willpower) and you!
Where: Training Gym
When: Day 20
What: The Usual Fight club training. Where people come to spar and practice and learn with each other.
Warnings: Occasional language and violence? Also guns/firearms.

This time Trunks didn't bother to announce the Fight Club over the ICP. Not beyond a short announcement of day and time. The Club was already mentioned in train literature and most people knew about it, or could find out easily.

So instead he did his usual set-up. Marking off an area safely for ranged weapons and fire-arms, ensuring practice weapons and mats were all available. Even making sure there were first aid kids and an 'off-limits' area just for safety. Then, he's there as usual--to supervise, but also to train just like everyone else.

OOC:general set up is 'Ranged area demarcated by cones' 'off limits/healing area demarcated by cones' and the rest of the space covered in mats with training dummies set up

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"Yes! Right!" The Doctor got a gentle idea of what Pokemon were, rather early on, "Nor mine. You are amazing you are!" But then seeing anything he hasn't seen before does enthusiasm him. Ten gives a look of 'that's interesting because he's found others that have claimed that as well.

Wait, what, Ten gives her that look and looks at the walls. He thought it was The Train, "No... I... won't. Sorry, - how?"

"Bending," Leia said. "It's an ability that I'm reasonably certain can only be acquired by 'waking' in the dimensional hub I was previously living in. It's quite literally using you will to 'bend' and shape reality. Which is another reason to limit my use of it outside of emergencies; given that I wasn't brought here in through the usual method of leaving that dimensional hub, I'm not entirely certain if there's a safe limit to its use here or not, and the last thing I want to do is cause a Flaw. That is, damage to the fabric of this reality."

The Doctor narrows his brows, "Yeah, that last bit I got." Then proceeds to sip on his tea. He is really tempted to ask for his clothes but not worth ripping a hole in space-time. Then he nibbles on the shortbread-style cookies and cucumber sandwiches. He feels very comfortable and finds himself, destressing. Which, he really, really needs to after he got himself triggered. In hindsight, now he does know he reacted rather rashly and his own fault for his PSTD. There is a loud exhale.

Leia smiled, taking a sip of her own tea. "Feeling a bit better now after that ruckus in the training gym?", she said. "At least, given your emotional state- and the fact that there's a better than even chance that you're involved with any unexpected ruckus that occurs when you're around-, I'm assuming you were involved in that?"

The Doctor pauses amidst his enjoyment of the tea and treats, "..." There's something of a look of are you saying that he was the reason for that?

Ten pops his mouth, he seems to be debating whether or not to lie. But how did she know about his emotional state, "Why do you assume that?"

Leia quirked an eyebrow at that look. "I did mention I've known several versions of you," she said. "Maybe you haven't noticed, but a certain amount of chaos does tend to crop up wherever you happen to be, and more often than not, you're involved in it, directly or indirectly. Usually either causing it or trying to stop it, and occasionally first the former then the latter."

Ten combs through his hair with his fingers and is debating, running. But there are not many places to run to.

"Yeah I, might.. Have not had a best momemt."

The Doctor proceeds to 'hide' behind the shortbread cake.

Leia nodded. "We all have moments like that sometimes," she said. "The important thing is how we handle them afterwards." She politely opted not to mention that most versions of the Doctor tended to handle them by not handling them at all and running off, with consequences ranging from annoyance to disaster.

"Want to talk about it? I'm sure I'll hear about what happened eventually from others, but I'd like to hear your side of the story too, if you're willing."

The Doctor carefully studies Leia's face, "You don't know?" He might be trying to get a read on which of him she's spoken with before.

"Given that I was nowhere near the training gym when it happened? No," Leia said. "My own abilities let me sense things like strong emotional spikes or certain shifts in metaphysical energy, but the Force tends to be annoyingly vague when it comes to the details involved. So talking to people is generally much more informative in that regard."

There's a loud exhale from The Doctor, "Frustrated that even here, out in a multiverse of individuals. They still want to use guns." Not to mention his own deep emotional trauma but he's not saying that. His eyes, on the other hand, are.

"In my experience, people tend to use something until it's no longer effective for its intended purpose," Leia said. "And unfortunately, it's very difficult to make guns ineffective at doing what they're designed to do, at least in a broad sense." Individual people could wear armor, or otherwise invest in personal shielding, but physics tended to remain in favor of the bullet or blaster bolt.

"You being you, I imagine you opted to show your displeasure with the situation in the least subtle way possible?" It wasn't really a question. She was fully aware of the 10th Doctor's... intensity, especially when it came to certain subjects. Besides, what she'd felt earlier had been the complete opposite of subtle.

".....Yeah." The Doctor remarks with a heavy sigh and a very tired and worn look on his face. That of a soldier who is tired of seeing this dumb.

"Killing shouldn't be the default solution." The Doctor drinks more of his tea, "I - might have soniced the rack to fall apart. No one got hurt, nothing was loaded."

Though it also begs the question of why he didn't touch them.

"Which of me have you met, before?"

"That was still a stupid move," Leia said, making no bones about her opinion on his actions. "Guns should always be treated as if they're loaded; otherwise lethal accidents can happen. You were lucky this time; you might not be next time."

"That said, I very much agree that killing shouldn't be the default solution. Which, ironically enough, is why I tend to carry both my blaster and lightsaber on missions where applicable; a lightsaber may be a more 'civilized' weapon, but it doesn't have a stun setting. Blasters do."

"As for which versions of you I've met, at one point I believe your Third, Fourth, Eighth, and Ninth selves, plus your current form, were all in Nautilus at the same time. Your Fourth self was... is a very dear friend. But it seemed like I couldn't be in the same room with your Ninth self for five minutes without the two of us butting heads; I respected him, but we didn't get along at all."

Fight Club Time Again (I had requests for it)

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