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maskormenacelogs2015-08-10 08:49 pm
sloshing) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-08-10 08:49 pm
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Conflict is in everything in us and all around
WHO: HK-47 and you!
WHERE: De Chima (other places added as necessary)
WHEN: Throughout August
WHAT: Catch-all for August. Training/Sparring sessions, playing all the shooters at an arcade and being the absolute best at it, generally being a novice at being human. Will update as necessary.
WARNINGS: Potential violence, will update as necessary.
Training/Sparring Any time in the month, Pre- and Post-Swear-In [Feel free to specify which class in comment header]
The human body is an adjustment, one he will acclimate to because that's what is necessary - he doesn't see a point in waiting for his situation to change and he doesn't see the likelihood that it will either. So instead of indulging false hopes, he adapts. The one he has the most control over is physical training. He didn't waste any time in looking around to what sort of martial arts classes were available in De Chima, didn't waste time on enrolling either. He had a class for each day of the week.
For a newbie, he's a quick learner in all of his classes, but this is probably due to his prior experience with different forms of martial arts. He didn't really need to practice those though, since it was all programmed in and as long as his chassis was well taken care of, it was easy to take for granted. He has moments of grace and moments of clumsiness, dissonance between what is familiar and foreign.
A. You've been assigned to each other for a class exercise, as a mentor to guide him or student on the same level.
B. One of you engages the other to practice after class together.
C. You're a spectator and you just wanted to gush about how cool you think he is!
D. Wildcard!
Arcade Any time in the month
This atmosphere was quite literally child's play compared to the way he preferred to fire a gun. But, he knew the value of preserving resources, and game tokens cost less than bullets did, so he'd save firing ranges for when he really needed to feel the recoil up his arm, and would stick to gunning (ha) for the high scores for now.
He probably looks out of place, 40-something in appearance in a place known for kids' birthday parties and such. He's played all the shooters at least once, but his favorites would probably be the Cabello's arcade for its sniping element and Haus of the Deads for overall feeling and pace. The latter he keeps coming back to. Probably sunk more coins into that machine than any other.
A. You've been waiting to play this machine for hours now. Do you tell him to get a move on or ask to be player two?
B. You're a regular at this arcade and this guy just pops out of nowhere and slams his way through the shooters like they're nothing. Something's up. Maybe he's a robot, maybe he's a professional, maybe both, but either way, you need answers! What's his deal?
C. Wildcard!
[Feel free to PM me or reach me on plurk if you have any questions or would like to plot. Prose or action tags are fine with me! Whichever you prefer!]
WHERE: De Chima (other places added as necessary)
WHEN: Throughout August
WHAT: Catch-all for August. Training/Sparring sessions, playing all the shooters at an arcade and being the absolute best at it, generally being a novice at being human. Will update as necessary.
WARNINGS: Potential violence, will update as necessary.
Training/Sparring Any time in the month, Pre- and Post-Swear-In [Feel free to specify which class in comment header]
The human body is an adjustment, one he will acclimate to because that's what is necessary - he doesn't see a point in waiting for his situation to change and he doesn't see the likelihood that it will either. So instead of indulging false hopes, he adapts. The one he has the most control over is physical training. He didn't waste any time in looking around to what sort of martial arts classes were available in De Chima, didn't waste time on enrolling either. He had a class for each day of the week.
For a newbie, he's a quick learner in all of his classes, but this is probably due to his prior experience with different forms of martial arts. He didn't really need to practice those though, since it was all programmed in and as long as his chassis was well taken care of, it was easy to take for granted. He has moments of grace and moments of clumsiness, dissonance between what is familiar and foreign.
A. You've been assigned to each other for a class exercise, as a mentor to guide him or student on the same level.
B. One of you engages the other to practice after class together.
C. You're a spectator and you just wanted to gush about how cool you think he is!
D. Wildcard!
Arcade Any time in the month
This atmosphere was quite literally child's play compared to the way he preferred to fire a gun. But, he knew the value of preserving resources, and game tokens cost less than bullets did, so he'd save firing ranges for when he really needed to feel the recoil up his arm, and would stick to gunning (ha) for the high scores for now.
He probably looks out of place, 40-something in appearance in a place known for kids' birthday parties and such. He's played all the shooters at least once, but his favorites would probably be the Cabello's arcade for its sniping element and Haus of the Deads for overall feeling and pace. The latter he keeps coming back to. Probably sunk more coins into that machine than any other.
A. You've been waiting to play this machine for hours now. Do you tell him to get a move on or ask to be player two?
B. You're a regular at this arcade and this guy just pops out of nowhere and slams his way through the shooters like they're nothing. Something's up. Maybe he's a robot, maybe he's a professional, maybe both, but either way, you need answers! What's his deal?
C. Wildcard!
[Feel free to PM me or reach me on plurk if you have any questions or would like to plot. Prose or action tags are fine with me! Whichever you prefer!]
Arcade
She wasn't really concerned about an adult being in the arcade - she doesn't really get ages anyway - but he's been at that game for awhile, obviously disregarding the generally accepted quarter-based NEXT system that the arcade operates on. ]
Hey, the quarter here means that when you get a game over the person who put the quarter down gets a turn!
[ It was totally possible he just didn't understand the rules, after all. She was happy to explain them. ]
Training: A
It's a good one.
Determined.
If this guy was anything but when he was assigned to help him out he'd back out, there's no reason for him to waste his time.
Akihiko makes his way over to the ring they were given to start their session. He's not sure if they'll have to start with basics or get right into some rounds, but from the look of him, Akihiko certainly knows what he's doing. His posture, his stance, he's got the growing build of a boxer too, and with how he's been training? He's been going up in weight classes fast. He's a lot more fit and bulkier than when he first arrived, and the scars and fresher looking wounds and bruises he's got suggest he's really been keeping busy.
"Hey. I'll be your mentor, you wanted to learn the ropes a little right?" HAHA SEE A JOKE. He smiles a little, awful, terribly pun, but lately he's been trying to be well... more friendly. Still, the confidence Akihiko oozes hardened up a little and recoiled when he said the joke, looks like this kid's not as experienced with humour as he seems to be with fighting.
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"That is correct. Explanation: The art of physical violence, while similar, is differently evolved in my native galaxy, and I would like to establish a comprehensive understanding from the ground up, rather than assume familiarity." Best to just be upfront with why he's here and has spread his focus around so much. Plus, with his position as part-time assassin/full-time security detail, it was important to become acclimated with a variety of art forms used here as well as his ability to use them.
If he were going to base his experience with this class on a first impression, he would honestly have to consider "hopeful" the closest equivalent to what he feels. Akihiko's carriage is impressive compared to the way most meatbags of his age bracket went about things (drawn inward, lifeless, fearful even in the face of adulthood looming ahead), and the performances he's observed in passing when he was canvassing what to chose have been inspirational.
"Statement: First, I know that there are some styles that have rules of etiquette. It would probably be wise to go over those before we start. I would hate to make a grave misstep in decorum," he says, first a tad formal but when he says 'hate' and 'grave' it's like he's trying not to laugh, almost like there's a joke and he can't take himself seriously.
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"Hm." His brows raise a little. What a strange guy... The way he speaks doesn't really translate to 'human', that's his first thought. He's grown pretty accustomed to all the types of individuals that can end up here, so the idea that this person just looks like a human doesn't seem far-fetched. He won't really question it much. Whatever this guy is, doesn't matter, as long as he wants this and puts up the effort.
"So you were able to do something else, something similar back home? Heh, and now you want to know how it can be done here?" Sounds good to him, that means this guy should be fit. Trying to train someone less healthy is pointless, you're better off giving them an exercise routine first to make sure they can even handle the push waiting when they get some gloves on.
"Ah-" Oh that, throws him off. Now one ever asks about it. He blinks, his posture going a little slack before he stands upright again, setting a hand on his hip. "Yeah, all right. Good to get it out of the way, less talk later." Points. "Which is boxing etiquette one-o-one. Boxers don't have the time for mingling and talking, you're here, you're working, you're training."