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maskormenacelogs2019-10-01 08:55 pm
fauxmarth) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-10-01 08:55 pm
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poetry with amber imagery or something [OPEN]
WHO: Lucina, various
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, De Chima, misc
WHEN: Early/mid-October
WHAT: assorted happenings
WARNINGS: labeled in subject headers
Maurtia Falls
Lucina's main haunts are still in this city of conflict -- same as it has been, those two and a half years ago. Gods, has it been so long already? So much else has changed...her, too.
She resides on a residential block in a rental house, and might be encountered in the wee hours of the morning on her way out to work, or perhaps on the rare day off, tearing up the sad excuse for a garden she'd tried (sort of) to maintain (and failed to) in preparation for winter.
Downtown, she frequents a cafe and pastry shop where she's made many a friend and good memory. Catching her before she hustles off on patrol or another duty is a great chance for a free treat and a chat...or perhaps a means of teaming up for a bit of crime busting?
At Helix, the base of operations for Aegis Force, practically her second home, she is constantly either at work or training for work. It's not as frantic and despairing as the month before, so she can be a cheerful spotter or sparring partner, or she can help with some kitchen chores or monitor duty! She also likes to take her breaks on the rooftop helipad, enjoying the cooler air as the weather starts to behave more like autumn.
De Chima
It's not a place she visits too often, but at least once a week, Lucina tries to make time to volunteer at the O'Malley Clinic. She's not much of a nurse, but if you ever wanted to know what it feels like to be bandaged up nearly immobile as a mummy for a simple scrape? She's your girl. Also don't you dare try to escape until treatment is over! She can double as a bouncer.
There's always a chance to catch her in the skies, as flying is her favorite pastime -- and it beats traffic. Hopefully she's not spying any trouble from on high, but if you're in a pinch, she can swoop down and lend a hand (or sword)!
Misc
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WHERE: Maurtia Falls, De Chima, misc
WHEN: Early/mid-October
WHAT: assorted happenings
WARNINGS: labeled in subject headers
Maurtia Falls
Lucina's main haunts are still in this city of conflict -- same as it has been, those two and a half years ago. Gods, has it been so long already? So much else has changed...her, too.
She resides on a residential block in a rental house, and might be encountered in the wee hours of the morning on her way out to work, or perhaps on the rare day off, tearing up the sad excuse for a garden she'd tried (sort of) to maintain (and failed to) in preparation for winter.
Downtown, she frequents a cafe and pastry shop where she's made many a friend and good memory. Catching her before she hustles off on patrol or another duty is a great chance for a free treat and a chat...or perhaps a means of teaming up for a bit of crime busting?
At Helix, the base of operations for Aegis Force, practically her second home, she is constantly either at work or training for work. It's not as frantic and despairing as the month before, so she can be a cheerful spotter or sparring partner, or she can help with some kitchen chores or monitor duty! She also likes to take her breaks on the rooftop helipad, enjoying the cooler air as the weather starts to behave more like autumn.
De Chima
It's not a place she visits too often, but at least once a week, Lucina tries to make time to volunteer at the O'Malley Clinic. She's not much of a nurse, but if you ever wanted to know what it feels like to be bandaged up nearly immobile as a mummy for a simple scrape? She's your girl. Also don't you dare try to escape until treatment is over! She can double as a bouncer.
There's always a chance to catch her in the skies, as flying is her favorite pastime -- and it beats traffic. Hopefully she's not spying any trouble from on high, but if you're in a pinch, she can swoop down and lend a hand (or sword)!
Misc
You're welcome to put in a starter or come bug me @
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[her eyes wince. that's an ominous thing to say. without thinking, her hold on the hilt tightens.]
I've...I wouldn't go anywhere without it at my side, though. It's practically another limb.
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Can you say that in the middle of a fight? That it'll always be there when you need it?
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I know that.
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[ he's... a little straightforward... ]
Your sparring partner was a mirror image of yourself wielding the Falchion. [ a beat, stepping forward. ] I did need to talk to Jacob, but with the League's numbers lacking at the moment, I also wanted to see what Aegis was really capable of.
When was the last time you can remember not using it?
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[she hesitates, going a bit red. the last time fighting without Falchion was, technically, going hand-to-hand with Guzma, but...she's not really keen on sharing the details of that with someone like this.
after a huff:] In any case, I make it a point to avoid drawing the blade on the citizens of this realm unless I deem it necessary. Don't assume, seeing me study my timings once now, that it's all I can do.
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[ he unceremoniously unclips his belt and lets it clatter to the ground, removes his cape, showing his real broadness beneath it's weight, and lets his gauntlets fall along with them. fair's fair, right? ]
Show me.
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hand-to-hand, is it? she wonders what she ought to expect, whether she'll be at odds with her super-strength or not. she doesn't know much about the bat -- something she ought to have amended by asking Jaime, but...what better chance to learn than now?
with eyes sharpened and bright, she returns to their meeting point, setting her footing while considering the state of his. like Guzma (and many, honestly, considering her height), he's bigger, but...she may have speed as her aid if brute force won't do her well.
and so it goes: she'll test the waters by punching head-on toward his middle.]
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he spins on his heel and delivers a punishing side kick to her abdomen, walking away calmly as she recovers. ]
Get up. I'm not your friend right now, and if this were real, you would be dead. I want you to fight like your life depended on it.
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her face gets a bit red as he makes his demands, not terribly pleased with his manner. does he presume he can stand her at her most desperate? that's not the way she fights! he'll have to prove she has to go that far.
with a little growl in her throat, she turns to face him once more and advance. this time, she'll feint, with the intention of grabbing at any counter and shifting that momentum away from herself.]
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and then an electrical charge runs through the yellow border of the emblem on his chest, down the lines of his suit, and through her. ]
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[she lets go at the first chance her body lets her, taking a few steps back to process what just happened. when she can glean a sense of it, she shoots the bat a wide-eyed, offended glare. is this, or is this not an honorable spar with no weapons?!
...obviously not; he had been uttering things about her life depending on it, but still! can she be blamed for her noble sensibilities?
in any case, he'll get a bit more of what he's looking for, as now she's just going to spring forward with her fist in her hand to swing both heavily at him like a wrecking ball, allowing herself to put more of that supernatural strength behind it. and if that fails? the rest of that momentum is going to go into turning her around entirely in a spinkick that has more business in an arcade than a training floor.]
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[ he approves, grunting as his heels skid back across the floor after he guards, but ultimately takes the full brunt of her kick. her form doesn't seem entirely mastered, but she seems to know enough to scrape by with her strength and unpredictability.
when batman stands up, he brushes himself off, a small bruise forming at his bare forearms where the gauntlets would normally be resting. he ignores the sting easily, circling. ]
You're starting to get the hang of it. And that's another important lesson: I'm a liar. If your enemy tells you he's going to do one thing during a fight, expect him to do the other.
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[ a pouch on his belt opens, and a gas pellet releases, filling her immediate surroundings with a thick plume of smoke. his voice calls from all around her. ]
Or is it why they do the things they do that matters?
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I can't...discern why for everything! I can only take what's at face-value. In action!
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[ the line of his grapple hooks onto her ankle, shooting out from the plume of smoke, and he unceremoniously yanks her to the ground as the smoke begins to dissipate. he looms over her. ]
People fight for reasons, just like you, even if they're different from yours. Can you help them? Do you want to? [ a pause. ] The Falchion may represent justice and good will where you come from, but what is your justice, Lucina?
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red-faced, her mouth drawn in a frustrated snarl, she gets to her feet.]
I just... [she clenches her jaw again, shoulders tensing up. whatever else she thought to say gets cut back by that, and instead her reply is heavy punches, herself doggedly moving forward with her posture lower to keep her footing. any attack on her legs or ankles is going to mean she just tackles head on to grab and throw the bat in whatever direction momentum will carry.]
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[ he talks while he braces, falling backwards with her aggressive punches. ]
Maybe you still have to figure it out. But when you're out there, where it matters, every decision you make can mean life and death. And you'll get angry, like you are now, but you always have to keep in control.
[ big talk coming from him at this point in his life, but he lunges head on when she pulls back to punch again, and grasps her by the wrists so he can throw her away from him. ]
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[she twists a little faster to get control of the momentum as she's tossed, righting herself and floating in place. she rubs at one of her wrists, pressing against the sting that was left behind. that technique was...very practiced. precise, and almost completely unbothered by anything she had to offer in return.
this ought to be exciting -- she loves the dialogue of a spar! but...this is less a spar and more an interrogation of her quality. in that way, it's demoralizing. frustrating.]
...You're writing me off, then? Are you going to consider my...my youth, my inadequacy, that you see? As some smear on this team?
[inadequate? after everything she's battled through? it's nothing to other people -- especially from other worlds. but that doesn't mean it doesn't sting to be dismissed!]
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[ he replies perceptively as he circles again, pressing closer. ]
Is that how you feel? [ a beat. ] We were all young once. I started the path to find my justice when I was nine years old. It took me more than a decade to do it. But you don't have that luxury, Lucina. Not when you're on the front lines. Not when lives depend on your decisions. You have to think fast... and act faster!
[ he lunges forward, again with that surprising speed, to make a point, and to push her towards that desperation, he moves with a martial fluidity that wasn't present before as he attacks ruthlessly. ]
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[she brings up her arms to guard against the blows, having to bend to brace against the weight behind them, but she need only brace for a little bit before she sees some angle she can try to take advantage of.
she catches the next hit by the knuckles and holds it in place, her other arm still up to guard. her grip tightens as she pulls him forward, meaning to connect her elbow down upon his shoulder.]
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Then tell me. Answer my question before.
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Lucina's on her back before she can even think, before she can even breathe, and when her vision comes back, much of it is obscured by that fist.
part of her wants to scream, another to cry, and...well, there is part of her that wants to push off all the emotional bits of this and just ask how he learned that move, but that part has to remain benched for now.
wincing, she looks past the fist, up toward the mask.]
My justice...? It's helping secure a future for everybody. I don't have one-- back where I'm from. It's gone. My only choice was to go back...back to a time when there was still a chance to change fate. [her voice thickens a bit at that. she swallows, then forces herself along.]
I can't tell anyone here what their future holds, or how to grasp it. But I'm going to fight so people can live to see a brighter one. All I have is now...to help make tomorrow a certainty...!
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