voidtreckerexpress | 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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Eight was very appreciative of other professionals, especially if their area of expertise was fighting. Before she begins there was one thing that she was hoping this man -- Tobias as he was known -- could provide her with some guidance.

"Mr. Tobias, sir." She greeted with a small bow. "I am pleased to meet you. My name is Eight. I have a question, and a possible request depending on the answer."

"You have the bearing of a soldier, and I would like to know a little of your past work and service."

The number, so casually given as a designation, brought up the image of another person in 47's mind. A boy, a young man from his past, a brother. The flash of memory didn't last long.

"Our worlds are different," he said on the fly, "the information would hardly match with anything you know."

Not untrue technically. If he listed dates or actions none of it would make any sense to her. Further detail was out of the question. No one had quite asked him so explicitly what he did in the past, surprisingly, not like this. Rather, he had let people make their assumptions about what he did based on what they could see of his performances on the missions. He never caused any trouble and was useful out in the field so, presumably, they left well enough alone and simply accepted him. That was fine with him.

"If you're curious about my proficiencies, they are many. I can help you adjust to the missions as best suited to your needs if that is what you wish to ask about."

Eight wasn't sure why he didn't answer the question directly, unless there was a reason not to do so. There were many reasons for that, as well, but perhaps the point wasn't too unreasonable. After all, this was their first meeting and she had learned the cost of too much transparency.

"I have... weapons training, primarily in firearms. But I find ammunition is limited here. In a situation that would require unarmed combat, I may be at a disadvantage." She closed her eyes, considering how to continue the reason for approaching him. "There's more... I would need a style of combat that does not require bones."

47 listened impassively as she explained herself though as soon as he heard the kicker his eyebrows inched upwards just enough to be noticeable. A combat style that did not require bones.

Her "hair" like structure was the biggest clue. It seemed odd to him though that a boneless creature could stand and emulate a human. What held her upright? Even snakes had bones to help hold them in place as their powerful muscles worked to pose them upright.

That didn't matter. He supposed he could clarify to make certain she really meant that she was boneless. Then... well, time to do some research on invertebrates. There had to be some sort of grappling style he could teach her that would work wonders on opponents.

"You don't have any bones in your body?" Straight to the point. That's all he needed to know.

There was a harsh seriousness to... everything about this man. Were she not already familiar with commanding officers of similar dispositions, Eight would be intimidated. Instead, she was glad for the straightforward nature, though she found that she had also started to fall into routine.

She nodded. "My body is primarily comprised of ink." As to demonstrate, her hand started to dematerialize and droop like a jello structure that had been let out in the sun for too long. "My weapons are still effective of course, but I noticed in sparring with a handful of others that I cannot depend on the same tactics when I'm unarmed. Our mass is too different. Their structure is too rigid." She snorts in frustration. "It's entirely possible I'm asking you for the impossible, even if you are an expert in combat."

Still, he was a master of combat against his own kind. Perhaps he could determine a few strategies that would be effective.

...that was stranger than what he had guessed. How did that work?

It didn't matter. If he had time to learn the physics and other sciences behind it later then he could learn it later. Their current conversation was on another matter. A more important matter.

"I would suggest grappling and defensive techniques. Maneuvers that utilize physics against your opponents--the same concepts that allow a smaller person to out-maneuver and over-power a larger, stronger person in a fight. Using their own strength against them. That way they do the work for you."

It sounded simple in concept. And mostly it was. It was simply learning the techniques and applying them in battle that needed to be practiced. He could help with that.

Eight nodded. The principle was sound, and she got that far. Only...

"This is what we are usually trained, yes." But... "The problem is the difference is too severe. It is like trying to direct..." What's big and heavy thing that this man would be able to understand...?

"A car. Do you know what those are?"

"Yes."

They were definitely something in his world and he got the analogy fine with the usage. He was silent for a thoughtful moment.

It seemed a little bit of an extreme but then he didn't have plasma as a body structure. Sure, he was made mostly of water but that water was supported by a nice, strong bone frame and lean muscles kept in peak form. She just seemed to be a gelatin all throughout that somehow kept the shape of a body. However that worked.

"I can show you more techniques, perhaps ones you haven't learned before. You may already know some if you've been trained in many forms of martial arts. But I suggest supplementing them with a tool then. It doesn't take much to break a bone. A simple piece of wood will suffice. I'll show you techniques for it." They had plenty of wood on board the train, it wouldn't be hard to make a baton for her to use. If it were lost then she would have to revert back to the unarmed techniques he would show her. Hopefully, a little of both 'worlds' would work effectively.

"Something can do that?" Well, it made sense, in hind sight. It's not as though she was unfamiliar with the use of weapons, merely it's purpose and application. In her world, the objective as to cause so much foreign liquid into the body's of the opponent's that they explode. The principle of causing bodily harm to an opponent's internal structure directly was...

...huh...

"What sort of tool did you have in mind? A..." Hmn... "...ballistic?"

"It you prefer," he replied. A gun most definitely would foil just about any enemy's efforts when applied right.

"A gun will stop most enemies in their tracks if you hit them. A baton will break bones or daze opponents when applied properly. A knife will cause severe damage if used correctly as well."

Honestly, anything was an efficient weapon as far as 47 was concerned. Even a piece of string could be used to choke someone to death.

"That is what I usually use. My usual method uses an ink-based projectile that uses my own stored ink as ammunition." She sighed. "Unfortunately the only weapon I found that works is a train slosher, and I don't have a ink tank to store ink."

"Perhaps I should consider a baton or a knife." For now, so that she isn't completely unarmed if she ever needed it.

47's brow furrowed ever so slightly at the information she told him. How the projectile weapon from her world worked... it seemed strange to him. But he wouldn't question it. It probably fit with the rest of her somehow. Maybe he would ask how that worked as a weapon later.

"Either would be relatively easy to procure here. The bamboo supplies could be crafted into such weapons with little effort."

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