melodiesofeternity | (no subject)

Who: Castor, and maybe you!
When: Throughout June
Where: All over! But mostly around house C-03 and the Curti Centre
What: Monthly catchall for Castor!
Warnings/Notes: None so far

1] Things we lost in the fire
Castor’s kept to herself following the foray into the Dream Width, not engaging with the new souls found, nor does she linger once the airships land safely once again. For not being a sneaky sort, she’s pretty good at just vanishing.

Towards the end of the day though, an astute set of eyes might notice her up on the roof of one of the Curti Centre buildings, silently regarding the airships, and those coming and going.

2] Anyone have a Gyshal Green?
If you’re anywhere near the C-block of housing, there’s a new Wark in the neighbourhood! Look close and you can spot the ivory feathers of a new chocobo! Sometimes it’s just chilling in the yard, sometimes it’s napping quietly against Castor (who is probably just as quietly napping out in the sunshine), but it always seems even tempered if a bit aloof...Do you have a treat for it?

3] Something Something praise the sun
Despite the occasional complaint to the neighbours, Castor really was one to rise early. In the small yard of C-03, she stretches and drills and finds herself keenly missing the striking dummies from back home. Sometimes she prays, even if The Twelve can’t hear her here. If you’re out for an early morning run, maybe she’ll join you?

4] PUNCH PRACTICE (for Hunk)
Early one afternoon, the following message comes in over the network.
hunk if you want to learn some hand to hand meet me at the curti centre in one hour and ill teach you.

5] BYOPrompt!

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Unless you have something better in mind. [He grins as he closes some of the distance to meet her halfway. Usually he uses a run to think. Having company or doing something else wouldn’t be too bad.]

Otherwise it’s a run then beat up the bag in the back yard. What do you have planned today?

'Bout the same, really. Makes me miss the strikin' dummies I used back home. Want some company in the meantime?

[ Running for recreation was still something of a new concept, but Castor has some energy to burn off at the best of times. Having been relatively stationary since coming here was beginning to drive her bonkers] ]

I’d be glad to have it. ...maybe we can recreate these striking dummies. Tell me the details while we run.

[He stretches one arm then the other. He falls easily into stretching one leg then the other. Ready for a long run. He gestures for her to start.]

You set the pace. I’ll match it.

[ She sets an easy pace for the time being, clearly more interested in the conversation than the activity for the time being. ]

Dunno the last time I ran jes' fer fun. The dummies though...Bit taller than me, heavy wood an' metal. Needs a good, thick stake te the ground or it'll get blown over 'fore long...

Can't remember the last time I ran for fun either. [So a dummy as tall as him would be ineffective. He'll probably just stick to the bag.]

Sounds like you'd just destroy punching bags. They have thick padding surrounding the sand inside and hang suspended from chains.

I s'ppose it depends on what the chains were hangin' from....an' made of, for that matter. Even at home there's things I can't quite punch through, after all. Hangin' a bag seems...swing-ey though. It's like as not to hit ye back, no?

Part of training with a sandbag is dealing with that. Most people work up a rhythm to their punches and kicks to keep it steady.

[He falls into the easy pace with ease. He could do this for hours without slowing down.]

So, you’d need extra strong chains and maybe heavily reinforced wood to hold up the bag?

Huh. Worth a try. S' jes much easier te find good ground te stake a dummy than it is te find a solid enough roof te hang one, I suppose.

[ She hums listening to Shiro's speculation. ]

The bag itself'd need to be able te stand up te bein' hit, too. No good if I tear it straight away.

[He takes that information in and nods. A dummy would be better for training with weapons too. He needs personal practice with swords and spears. He has been getting better and better. He wants to be better yet.]

So reinforced leather of some sort. Probably a softer layer between the two layers of leather to make it softer so you don’t bruise your hand with every punch.

Aye, if ye can get the seams strong enough, that sounds like it'll do fer fists. Might need it hardened if ye want it te withstand a blade at all.

[ she knows what your asterisk looks like sir. she knows. ]

I use the bag to train my body but that is a good idea. If I can't find anything...maybe I'll upgrade to a dummy. [He smiles a bit in her direction. Running like this is nice. He's a soldier, running and chatting just wasn't something he'd ever truly considered.]

Are ye tellin' me ye think of yer weapon separate te the rest of ye? First time I've heard that happening! [ Goddamned sword nerds around her 24/7. ]

No. A weapon should feel like an extension of yourself. If one doesn't have that reaction time is slower. I'm just thinking of the skills I learned with my weapons and how to practice them safely and with the least cost in equipment.

[That reminds him actually.]

Could dragoons breathe fire in your universe?

I'm sure any smith 'round here'd be happy te part with an old or blunt thing for ye te practice with. No harm in askin, at any rate.

[ Which reminds her, her hands had been itching to build lately. Perhaps there was just as little harm in asking for an apprenticeship for awhile.... ]

Eh? Dragoons? Nah, not breathe it. Shian knows a trick though, Dragonfire Dive. Pulls all sorts of Fire aether 'round ye when ye land from a jump - 's pretty devestatin'

Edited 2018-07-12 04:11 (UTC)