Fight Club Time Again (I had requests for it)

[light_of_willpower]

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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The Doctor | OTA

[borntolove]

The Doctor is wandering the halls of the Train, as usual between the Library, Labs and Dining Cart. After all, Time Lord needs his cup of tea. Between one of these, he goes the wrong way and finds himself staring at equipment. At first, he doesn't make much of it. However, when he spots the firing arms - it clicks. And being the drama king he is, shouts out, "Who's in charge, here?!"

Mister On-Coming Storm has entered and is not happy at all with what he sees.

Re: The Doctor | OTA

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks looked up and over, and had more than enough experience with tempers, to know when someone was angry. "If you mean who's running the Fight Club, that's me. I took it over after Mr. Rieper left." Nor did Trunks look at all cowed. Instead he just stayed where he was, in a loose stance that was entirely at ease.

This temper-show so far had nothing on either of his parent's-tempers.

Re: The Doctor | OTA

[borntolove]

The Doctor doesn't move but stares down Trunks. Like a pretender staring down its prey or staring down the enemy on the battlefield.

"Then listen, very clearly. This closes, now."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks just stares cooly-back, still not cowed. He is not prey, and he knows it, and is entirely confident. The doctor is not intimidating him at all. "Just what is it you think we do here, that we should shut down?" He will cross his arms, posture not at all unlike his Father's, albeit Trunks is still far more at ease than Vegeta likely would be with this challenge.

[borntolove]

The Doctor continues to stare back and isn't affected by Truck's cooly-stare with his firey passion eyes.

"Training. Training to kill." The Doctor growls, and glances over at the gun rack and then back at Trunks.

[light_of_willpower]

"No, Training to defend, and to be safe." The growl doesn't bother him. So far this was about as bad as one of his father's lesser tantrums. Trunks had endured plenty of those. "We come here, to train. Which means to practice. So that IF we're in a situation where we need to fight, we can defend ourselves. Best way to be safe around a weapon, IF you're going to use it, is to know HOW to properly use it. That's part of why we're here."

Trunks let his eyes-narrow. "I won't say we never kill. I've killed before, because it has been necessary. But it is not our first goal or priority. And at Fight Club we take steps to NOT hurt each other."

[borntolove]

The Doctor's eyes seem to bulge more. Almost like he took what Trunk's said about training himself as a challenge and insulting. Because The Doctor can fight. He just chooses not to. And being the first goal, he can agree with that.

"We don't need guns."

[light_of_willpower]

"They are there, because there are people on the train who choose to use them. And better they know how to do so safely than otherwise." Trunks has steel in his tone.

[borntolove]

"They don't need them. At all. Now, get them, out of my sight. Get them off this Train."

[light_of_willpower]

"No. And you're free to leave, if they offend you." Trunks responded; still entirely at ease but firmly rooted at the same time. "I will not deny others a choice just because you don't like it."

[nutkrusher]

Here Cassie pipes in, her tone flat and dry as the Mojave:

"Also, it's my God-given right as a 'Murrican."

OMG XD

[borntolove]

The Doctor pauses. There is a weight of silence between him and Trunks. Then Cassie pipes in. The Doctor doesn't believe in any God or Gods. Nor for that matter is The Doctor afraid of the so-called gods and demi-gods, and would-be-gods, The Doctor has encountered.

Ten simply glances between the both of them and quietly remarks, " And you did this." The Doctor proceeds out of the cart. He pauses in the doorway and takes out his sonic screwdriver. Holds that up high and presses it.

The sonic waves of vibrating the railings holding the guns - until - they shoot off. But The Doctor has already moved on.

Re: OMG XD

[light_of_willpower]

Fortunately, the guns aren't loaded. Trunks knew basic gun safety and practiced it, even if he had no need himself for them. Now though, now he's mad. A step, and in the blink of an eye he's at the doorway, prying open the doors easily if they resist. "Excuse me Doctor, you do realize you just set the worst example ever. Not to mention you Endangered people. YOU did that."

Maybe a hint of his own temper is showing through now.

[borntolove]

"They're not in there because of me. I told you to get rid of them."

[light_of_willpower]

"And I told you I wouldn't deny others their choices." A pause. "Unlike you."

[nutkrusher]

Cassie, meanwhile, is in damage control mode, clearing everyone else in the room as far away from the strewn weapons as possible.

She looks back over her shoulder only for a moment, her eyes practically glowing red from how furious she looks.

"You're putting these back, dickhead."

CW: for PTSD

[borntolove]

The Doctor, probably did hear Cassie with his sensitive hearing. He's just choosing to ignore her. That and he can't. He can't touch them. If he could touch them, he'd do far more than just have them drop to the floor. He'd toss them inside the flames of Hell, where they belong!

Ten remarks to Trunks, "Those who use those are no friends of mine!"

[light_of_willpower]

"Then you'll have to take it up with those who choose to." Trunks remarked cooly. "Now will you stop acting like a pouty, arrogant teenage brat and come talk instead of react with your temper?"

Vegeta | Red Team | OTA

[renegadeprince]

While it all still feels like a waste of time... Vegeta is still hopefully someone new will come to the train that would prove a challenge. He's been sorely disappointed for a long time now. Ever since Goku left, and even then they rarely had a chance to actually train to their full capacity, not with the restrictions on the train, or being distracted by missions. That idiot just had to leave, didn't he? Before Vegeta could even rub it in his face that he got another form the other didn't have.

Vegeta will be off to the side observing others for part of the session, and training for the rest, either completing his own solo session or taking up the offer to train or spar against others. More for their sake than his, but it's still good to know who could do what, and more importantly, who was improving over the months.

LMAO

[borntolove]

"There's nothing to talk about." The Doctor remarks cooly. Because he doesn't have any issues. And he's clearly not dangerous, right now. Donna was right, he needs someone. He doesn't have anyone here to hold his hand.

[light_of_willpower]

"Oh I think there is. Or did you want a fight, and I'm just not giving it to you?" Trunks let a hint of smirk show through. He couldn't help it--he was angry, and annoyed.

[nutkrusher]

A door flies open behind them as the head of the clearly-furious inventory manager of Team Purple emerges behind it.

"Hey! I wasn't fuckin' joking. You're cleaning this mess up, or I'll be turning that gizmo of yours into a goddamn rectal thermometer!"

[borntolove]

"No." To which question he was replying, one can't be certain if he was acknowledging both questions or not. He does, however, continue to walk on.

He doesn't want to fight.

No more.

As far as Cassie's remark, he's stood up against Gods. A little name-calling isn't going to get to him.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie isn't having any of this. And she's a hard person to run away from - the Doctor's not the only one who's been up against gods. She storms forward to catch up to him.

"Don't you fucking walk away."

She clasps him hard around the shoulder.

"Not after you put every single person on that car in danger."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks barely blinked as Cassie moved past him, into the hallway. She was making the same point he was, really. Although he did tense--watching for any response, when she clasped the doctor on his shoulder.