voidtreckerexpress | Fight Club Open Log! (Catch-All For the Month of Imagination)

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Fight Club Open Log! (Catch-All For the Month of Imagination)

Who: Open to anyone! Make your own toplevel style~
Where: Training gym
When: Throughout the month of Imagination
What: Training in the gym. Unofficially known as "Fight Club". 47 absolutely does not call it that. But I do!
Warnings: It's a Fight Club! Sorta. Expect (hopefully friendly) violence, maybe some cursing, and whatever else. Free feel to add cw in your toplevels if needed.

Early in the month of Imagination, 47 makes an announcement on the ICP.

From: Training Gym
To: All Carriages

[It's the bald man in a suit again and if you've guessed what he's going to say before he starts talking you've been on the train for far too long like the rest of them.]

[Or come help train.]

[That's all he has to say this time. Short, sweet, to the point. The end. He'll be in the training gym for Q&A for the rest of the day and probably most of the week or until the next mission comes (at least). This is typical for him anyway.]

Make toplevels to your heart's content and tag around to each other freely. Whether your character is offering to teach or wanders in looking for someone to get them involved (or just to watch), this is a post for you! You may use this for any sort of open or even private threads if you so wish.

This log is for anyone who wants to participate in exercising, training, sparring, and teaching lessons. Some of the "classes" also involve things like yoga, meditation, and easier self defense mechanisms for anyone to learn. Magic users also use the facilities to practice their spells! Everyone get use to that crazy lightning storm going off around them as they fight the big bad monster of a training dummy! It's going to happen at some point out in the field, guaranteed!

Basically, if you want to learn new skills that could be useful on missions, come take a peek!

For a basic set-up consider this: the new training gym has all sorts of useful equipment for physical fitness such as mats, soft hand held pads for training with, training dummies, some balancing beams and even a springboard. There are large blocks for making obstacle courses or creating a unique battlefield, and two climbing apparatus next to the wall. Many people are found here daily training, maintaining physical fitness, and teaching others how to handle combat in one fashion or another. Others come and go more sporadically but all are welcome and everyone (typically) shares everything with relative ease. Many of the usual suspects will help accommodate whoever asks for help. Generally, there is just a lot of activity and a busy but fluid schedule around all the equipment and space provided.

[[ooc note: The typical Fight Club open log post has returned! Now condensed into one post with the ic announcement for convenience of yours truly. Here is the original ooc info post which may or may not one day get an update, and here is a list of training/trainers offered up. Feel free to continue to update either post with new character info! Or ask questions if you have 'em!]]

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Know what makes stabbing around terribly with a knife even more fun?

Fear, that's what.

Koumyou hadn't come in looking for Natsuno, or even anyone doing anything in particular, but he couldn't help but be drawn to that much awkward flailing.

He did, at least, tuck the sutra away into his pocket before speaking up, "You're going to put an eye out like that, probably one of yours!"

Instinctual fear could only improve his skills naturally. Unfortunately for Koumyou, the odds of him ever being able to sneak up on Natsuno were pretty much zero.

He appreciated the kindness in the concession because it kept everything at a low thrum and not a constant rising feeling of panic waiting to overtake him.

He could ignore something like that. He stopped, and shifted into a more relaxed posture. "It'd heal." He admitted first. Was that a joke? Actually, yes.

"I'm trying to figure this out."

"I can see that!" Koumyou was as cheerful as ever, "But if you're starting from scratch, I'm curious why you picked a knife?"

Sorry Natsuno, it's really that obvious you're brand now to this.

"There are easier weapons to start with, you know. Especially if one doesn't have to worry about building strength first."

"I don't know, I figured it was small and it seemed easy?" Natsuno had even chosen his weapon with his inexperience.

His world had been modern and not immersed in conflict. It was partly what made what happened to be all the easier.

"Well... how fast are you? Because it's small, so..."

Getting into range to strike and then out of range to avoid getting got, took some real finesse. But maybe Natsuno's 'curse' could make up for some of that problem?

He considered the question. "I can't be entirely sure, but much faster than a human." He responded with a bit of a nod.

"I'm not terribly worried about getting hurt. Most injuries wouldn't be serious to me."

"Well, you can't do much of anything if you get taken down," Koumyou pointed out cheerfully, "or disarmed, or both! Isn't something people say... the best offense is a good defense? Or is it the other way around..."

"I..honestly have no idea. I don't have any exposure to fighting in any capacity."

He was in one fight. It was something of a disaster.

"Well..." Koumyou considered for a moment, really thought about it.

"...You can fight me! I don't offer do that very often, you know, you should feel very special."

Natsuno wasn't expecting that offer and his eyes widened in surprise.

"I don't know, I don't really want to hurt you." It was a concern because he didn't really hate any of them enough to want them to be hurt.

Koumyou just laughed at that, the sound gentle but supremely unworried. He dug around in his cargo pants pockets. "Here, put your knife away."

And out of his pocket came a piece of cutlery he'd accidentally wandered off with earlier in the day and just hadn't gotten around to returning yet. A spoon, which he tossed Natsuno's way. Catch! Your problem now!

"There, pretend that's a knife. Just don't gouge out my eyes, and we should be fine!"

He did as instructed and put his knife away into his pocket. He caught the spoon and exhaled. Well that was one problem at least.

"Alright, if you say so." He took what was some kind of mimic of a defensive pose. It was terrible He had openings everywhere really.

Koumyou, of course, continued to look like the biggest civilian to ever wander into the training car by accident.

"How well do you heal?" Best to gauge how much to dial himself in. If Natsuno was so determined that getting hurt was no big deal, Koumyou would probably test that for him at some point in the fight. But not if he was going to be all busted up for a while after.

"Well enough." Natsuno answered with a bit of a nod. "Not much is permanent."

Koumyou continued to not visibly ready himself, because a Sanzo had to always be ready. You didn't protect one fifth of that which had made all of creation without being permanently on. And Koumyou had protected not just one, but two of the holy sutras for most of his long career.

Had he not been so attached to his own adoptive son that he refused to watch the thirteen-year-old die gruesomely, he'd have still been protecting both the seiten and maten sutras, even now.

"I'm faster and stronger than a normal guy, myself," the priest warned cheerfully. "Come at me whenever!"

He nodedd after a moment's thought. Alright, he could do that. Natsuno charged in. He was holding back on his speed, a lot, but he was still faster than might be expected of a regular teenager. He brandished the spoon horribly but he thrust it somewhere at his midsection.

If it connected with any part of him, he might find the strength behind it was solid and unyielding, even if he was holding back.

Koumyou merely hopped back from the attack, not forced by Natsuno's held-back speed to exert himself really at all. His hands didn't even come out of his hoodie pocket, where they'd gone by default.

"See, that's another part of the problem with such a small weapon -- no range!"

Kinzan Temple had been a unique place among Buddhist sanctuaries, with Koumyou as its head priest. Remote and isolated in the mountains, it had held an entire room as an armory of weapons. Spears, staves, knives, swords, bows, guns. Each blessed for even more impact, probably by the Sanzo priest himself.

He knew his way around the lot of them.

"Keep trying! I'll attack back at some point." But not yet.

No range, huh?

It was a valid point, but it wouldn't make a difference if he was fast enough to close gaps. It was interesting that he was quick enough to jump backwards. Probably, the thick of it, was that he wasn't expecting it.

"Alright." Natsuno nodded slightly and set himself up for a bit more of a chase, moving faster now that he was trying to close the gap, even if it was just a spoon he was trying to poke at him with.

Koumyou Sanzo could be extremely frustrating to try to hit, even for a seasoned fighter, let alone a novice with a spoon. There was a lot of hopping away, side-stepping, and at one point even a duck under a strike. Zero contact!

Basically, he was trying to frustrate the kid into speeding up if he was holding back. Come on vampire, he believes in you! Show him what you've got!

And then one of Koumyou's hands snapped out of his pocket, almost too fast for a normal person to even see, the priest trying to grab Natsuno's knife-wrist. If successful, that grip of his was way too strong for a normal human.

He was still charging in, rather recklessly as one might do if they weren't experienced and the speed had picked up significantly, pushing the limits of his power without engaging it. Koumyou would know if he got his eyes to change colours.

He wasn't frustrated enough yet, there was so much more he could do that he was trying to restrain himself from.

The grip surprised him, it was tight and his initial pull wasn't strong enough to break the grip.

His reaction was instinctive.

His eyes turned red and he yanked, now making an effort to push his strength to get away. His strength was nowhere near a human's. If Koumyou could weather it, he didn't really know how to break holds.

If he was trying to get that vampire side to come out, he was successful.

Koumyou's grip didn't break, but he was dragged closer by a few inches with each too-strong yank. Being way stronger than he looked didn't make his traction on the floor any better!

Nor did it make him seem to take this shit seriously, of course. "Ooooh, spooky!"

Time to see if normal manipulation of tendons, pressure points, and the opposition's own strength, worked against a vampire like it did a human or a youkai! Koumyou half-turned toward the pulling and twisted his grip like so, in a way that would make most people go up onto their toes to relieve the pressure on their tendons. And then whether that worked or not, he hauled with all of his own strength to try to fling the kid forward and down.

Did vampires bounce?

The wrist under his hand might be surprisingly warm, one would think a vampire would be cold without circulation, but Natsuno actually had a functional circulatory system.

He yelped in response to the twist, he could still feel the pain even if pain would resolve itself quickly enough and he wasn't at all expecting the move so he absolutely ended up on the ground, just barely avoiding smacking his head through flinging out his other arm a little recklessly as though to stop himself from hitting the ground. He let out a cry upon landing and it was then that Koumyou might catch a glimpse of his fangs, as they came out from behind his teeth.

Natsuno hissed a little bit, that hurt. He did not bounce, but he did move to get back up, retracting those fangs and already the pain was fading.

Not bad for a one-handed maneuver, if he didn't say so himself -- Koumyou still had it! He shook out his hand dramatically, because that kid was strong!

"Ow ow ow... hey, here's an idea!" Koumyou's cheer was apparently unbreakable, at least in this context. "Why do you even need a knife? Seems to me you're just limiting yourself to one hand like that! Try coming at me without it!"

After all, the down-side to unarmed fighting was a lack of range, and a knife sure didn't solve that. It would be a good supplement to a more hands-on style, but perhaps shouldn't be the kid's main focus.

"Because I..." He paused. "Well wouldn't it be strange for a high scooler to be able to do that?"

Natsuno glanced away slightly.

"I can try." He said, holding out the spoon to him since it wasn't his after all.

"But I don't know what I'm doing." If he did, he might've had some sort of counter to that maneuvre that Koumyou had done.

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