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Post by scarf on Jul 10, 2016 1:57:37 GMT
[newclass=".ppbackgroundimg"]background-color:#444;height:200px;width:350px;padding:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=".ppbackground"]background-color:#f1f1f1;width:320px;height:170px;padding:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".ppheadline"]font-family:Raleway;font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:black;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=".pptext"]font-family:Raleway;font-size:11px;color:black;text-align:left;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [googlefont="Playball"][googlefont="Lora"] [attr="class","sensesimage"] [attr="class","sensesimagetab"] [attr="class","sensesimagetabtext"] [attr="class","senseshovtab"]499 [attr="class","senseshovtab"]hi whoever changes shape, showing obsoletion, I see you there. [attr="class","sensesborder"] [attr="class","sensestable"] [attr="class","sensestextbox"]The compound served as vicinity to hold public events for the media. It was initially erect to keep the heroes in check, all the while providing them compensations a normal civilian wouldn’t easily obtain. More than that, it served as symbol of safety in Kingswood. What’s impressive about it lies underneath however, the Initiative galvanized researchers and all sorts of professions unto building their supposed true HQ underground. Personally, Scarf thinks it’s a terrible idea for many reasons, but they must know something he doesn’t. They’re the experts.
Scarf exited from the elevator that led a member down their base. He had been complying with the researchers whom had taken interest with his abilities. They fossicked and crammed from old references, anything that could help or realize the limits of his capabilities. Normally he wouldn’t bother since displaying supererogatory effort is highly uncharacteristic of him after all. They however, have started to excuse him from the line of duty just so they try to understand his gift. It’s part of work.
They’ve asked him to start to physically work on himself more. They advised him to drop by the gym down in the HQ, but it looked more like a battleground if anything. Heroes of all shape and sizes honed themselves, steeling for the worst to come. A trifling shame struck him, seeing how they’re so eager to get better. Scarf was getting what he needed, so he didn’t really try as hard.
Nevertheless, he’s still obedient. He’s grateful for what the Initiative has given to him, and he will carry out any request if they believe it’s for the better. Scarf sought to find a different place to train, not here, preferably somewhere with less people. He felt too insecure to work there. After searching a few and talking to the right people, he was informed that there’s a private gym that he can borrow. It used to belong to one hero, but now some people or team use it. Once he was given the key for it, he made haste.
It’s not like he has never been in a gym before. He used to work out a bit before all of these, so Scarf proceeded to do his regular warm-ups and programs. While working out he caught notice of a weapon rack. He dropped the unctuous dumbbell and approached it, offering him an array of choices for swords and staves. Though they were merely training models, the weight was similar. He held up a shortsword with one hand, trying his best to balance it with his wrist. Soon he’d move to an open area, right in front of a large mirror that covered the walls. He’d start swinging the edgeless blade, poorly imitating a couple of moves he saw from a video in the internet. Maybe he should start working on it, so he swung it a bit more, butchering a couple of classical signature moves from HEMA. He should realize how embarrassing this looks like soon.
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Jul 11, 2016 12:47:53 GMT
Post by Justitia on Jul 11, 2016 12:47:53 GMT
 Julia was not the sort to eavesdrop, but her powers did not lend itself to a controlled limitation; most of the time, when something entered the large, large field of her senses, and it was... well, something that she did not have any business to know, she simply ignored it or strived to forget about it.
As it was, this time, as she walked down the corridor, she heard the sounds of physical strain--- coming from a room she had not found open, before. That was unusual; most people exercised in the training rooms. Or their own personal quarters... and so her curiosity was a little piqued. While she was slightly unaware of it, she was a bit of a training fanatic, as people who know her would attest. Julia would say that it was only logical, to ensure that they could apprehend criminals and save people with greater certainty, but the heroine also derived a sense of enjoyment from sharpening her physical aptitudes.
...what was happening in the room was no sharpening at all.
"...you're not supposed to hold it like that." she said, announcing herself. Her eyes looking out into the distance, not exactly pointing towards the young man practicing, were the only sign that she was blind.
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Post by scarf on Jul 12, 2016 9:19:02 GMT
[newclass=".ppbackgroundimg"]background-color:#444;height:200px;width:350px;padding:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=".ppbackground"]background-color:#f1f1f1;width:320px;height:170px;padding:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".ppheadline"]font-family:Raleway;font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:black;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=".pptext"]font-family:Raleway;font-size:11px;color:black;text-align:left;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [googlefont="Playball"][googlefont="Lora"] [attr="class","sensesimage"] [attr="class","sensesimagetab"] [attr="class","sensesimagetabtext"] [attr="class","senseshovtab"]300 [attr="class","senseshovtab"]--- whoever changes shape, showing obsoletion, I see you there. [attr="class","sensesborder"] [attr="class","sensestable"] [attr="class","sensestextbox"]His form was way off. He’s no swordsman as he sees himself right now. Eun-ha exerted with his wrist rather the wholeness of his arm, and though small and barely noticeable, the distance between his hand and blade’s cross guard is too much. It’s too obvious he’s not hiding how inexperienced he is. The signs of an amateur were everywhere.
And so someone had to call him out, almost little to no surprise considering how much he’s butchering the gracefulness of this art. The voice made him realize his embarrassment isn’t in the enceinte of privacy.
When he did turn at the owner of the voice, astonished him for a bit. It had him confused for a few, she wasn’t directly looking at him but he felt so guilty that he was certain she pertained to him. He dropped the weight of the sword to the floor, moving a foot of its way to ensure it wouldn’t get crushed underneath all that force. What he did fail to take measure of was his knee though, the dummy blade hit him though not as hard, but it still made him move it accordingly.
He paused to stare at the woman, fascinated and confused at the same time. Surely this was rude, but it’s not like one would see a blind heroine. He had so many questions and theories to what she’s doing, because now that he’s looking at things, he’s not even sure if she was talking about what he’s doing. It’s better to make sure. Involuntarily, he pointed at himself. It’s an insensitive gesture, but again, he’s not used to it. These transpire to anyone he interacts with. “Um.. Are you talking about me, or—“ he stressed the last part of his sentence, long enough to emphasize his uncertainty.
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Jul 12, 2016 11:46:33 GMT
Post by Justitia on Jul 12, 2016 11:46:33 GMT
The silence hangs between them for an awkward moment.
He had dropped the sword and been hit with it--- and he looked just a bit surprised. Ah. She usually forgot that people might not be as aware of their surroundings as she was. "Ah, I apologize. I interrupted your training." she said, simply. "Are you all right?"
She took a couple of steps into the room, surveying the equipment within it with her senses. The various items inside were not as varied as those in the training rooms, but that was to be expected of a smaller, more private place. It seemed all the young man needed was here... it was just that he wasn't using them correctly.
"My name is Julia." she introduces herself. "And yes, I was talking about you." She might have apologized for interrupting him, but she was not going to make any apologies about being blunt.
She walked towards the weapon stands and took a sword as well, demonstrating her grip, showing how her fist enclosed the handle. "To start, with the way you hold the sword... if you're not careful it would come flying out of your hand if someone blocks or parries it."
It seemed she had taken upon herself to correct him.
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Post by scarf on Jul 13, 2016 1:36:00 GMT
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“Nice to meet you—“ he was to say more, but her assertion dominated him. He kept his mouth shut while she continued on, showing him the difference of what he did and she’s doing. Its difference is fairly difficult to discern at hindsight, and being verbally more specific would help, but individuals differ in teaching method. Eun-ha actually prefers it this way, he did not liked being spoon fed with the answer, instead observe and study it. He looked at her figure, not with any licentious thoughts, but rather a determined one. This whole thing started off awkwardly, but the atmosphere seems to be recovering into a serious state.
Eun-ha noticed how her fingers wrapped around the hilt and making almost no space in-between the digits. There’s a considerable amount of distance from the pommel to her hand as well, which suddenly makes sense. The way she’s holding it provides the most control, and so he copied it. “Like this?”
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Post by Justitia on Jul 14, 2016 9:05:53 GMT
She stayed still as he inspected her grip--- she was not very good at explaining things, but demonstrating them came much easier to her, and she was happy that he was paying attention, even if her face remained a neutral mask. Then, he tries it himself.
"Yes." she nods, satisfied at least with how he copied her grip. Then, a realization occurs to her. "Ah, right, I haven't asked for your name..." she mumbles. "I was too concerned about how your training might not be fruitful..." She was a bit of a training idiot, not that she realized it.
"...now, with that grip, let me hear you strike." she requested. She had picked up a few things when he had been slashing around a while ago, but it might be better to verify them again here, where she was closer to inspect it. She would inspect his stance and how he wielded the practice blade.
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Jul 14, 2016 10:20:34 GMT
Post by scarf on Jul 14, 2016 10:20:34 GMT
[newclass=".ppbackgroundimg"]background-color:#444;height:200px;width:350px;padding:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=".ppbackground"]background-color:#f1f1f1;width:320px;height:170px;padding:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".ppheadline"]font-family:Raleway;font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:black;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=".pptext"]font-family:Raleway;font-size:11px;color:black;text-align:left;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [googlefont="Playball"][googlefont="Lora"] [attr="class","sensesimage"] [attr="class","sensesimagetab"] [attr="class","sensesimagetabtext"] [attr="class","senseshovtab"]248 [attr="class","senseshovtab"]--- whoever changes shape, showing obsoletion, I see you there. [attr="class","sensesborder"] [attr="class","sensestable"] [attr="class","sensestextbox"]If anything he appreciated this really, at least he didn’t embarrass himself in a much worse way. He understood why she seemed apologetic though, surely this was intrusive, even offensive to a lot. Fighting insecurities is harder than what people make it to be.
“Eun-ha.” he told her. Hoping she wouldn’t notice it’s a girl’s name. His mother had a really odd fixation with that Korean actress. “Thank you, really.” he followed-up his introduction with a verbal expression of his gratitude. She was a complete stranger, yet she’s being helpful.
Then she commanded him to strike. Strike what exactly, he wondered. Eun-ha scanned the room for any dummies, there was a punching bag but it’s not really designed to get hit with slashes, even if the blade is blunt. “Hit what? The air?” he said out loud, now realizing hitting the bag would make the most sense. But he assumed she meant the air, unsure if she was aware that the bag is in the room. He swung the sword anyway, right in front of him since she’s at his side. He came to the conclusion she’s judging his swing by sound, considering his blindness. The slash made out a faint noise, barely any really. This time he put too much effort with his grip, not realizing some ease was needed from his harm to ensure a quick and powerful strike.
“That’s really impressive, you can hear that?” he swung a couple more times. “Is that your ability?”
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Post by Justitia on Jul 16, 2016 3:43:34 GMT
"Mister Eun-ha." she repeated. She would remember.
Ever so slightly her countenance brightened at the word of gratitude. "...it is nothing." she replied. "I was... merely concerned. It would not do to undertake an endeavor and miss one's goal."
When he asked her what to hit, she realized her instruction must have been a bit vague. "Ah, well..." It was true that she could perceive a lot from the sword swinging through the air, and it was best to learn how to swing the sword without it meeting any obstructions first, but there was much to learn and observe from how the sword meets something solid--- but before she could decide and specify he swung.
She heard and she felt the swing, as it disturbed the air.
"...you can say that." she said. She... didn't really feel like her enhanced senses were her real power--- it was more to make up for her lack of sight, and while its coverage was probably better than that which sighted people could perceive, she supposed that was so she might be more alert and vigilant in her duties. Her real strength lay in her weapons... and even then that power was not something she thought of as owning...
She approached Mister Eun-ha from the back. With her foot she adjusted the distance between his feet. "Bend your knees a little and hold yourself a bit lighter." she advised, a little unsure if that was what she was supposed to say--- knowing something was a little different from... describing it. She nudged the foot that corresponded with the young man's dominant hand forward.
With her hands she adjusted the position of Eun-ha's arms; she was unaware of how such close contact might be perceived by another. Apparently she would be more a demonstrating sort of teacher than a speaking one. "Rely more on your shoulder. Don't use the whole of your arm when swinging--- unless you're going for a killing blow."
"Shall we try again?"
scarf
[OC: I don't know much about swordfighting either so this is mostly getting from wikis and stuff. Correct me if I'm wrong in something!] |
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Post by scarf on Jul 17, 2016 5:23:00 GMT
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He had no basis, but he assumed she was a high ranker. His intuition’s hinting on it from all these little clues. It’s probably still the best that he doesn’t assume though.
“Where did you grow up? I mean, you have a really fancy way to talk. You kind of sound.. Rich and foreign.” Not the best way to put it, but he exerted effort on breaking this social barrier between them, which he personally and accidentally made. Of course he still listened though, he obeyed and bent his knees just enough to allow him to be lighter. It didn’t literally make him lighter, but he soon learned what she meant. He only felt lighter since his legs allowed him to maintain his balance much easier in this form. There was more space, more options. His left foot followed, surprised that she even got to identify that he’s left handed.
His arms followed from her touch before he could even realize how close this was. “Erm.. Uhh..” he couldn’t even make-up words, only incoherency. This was awkwardly close. Alright, Eun-ha’s not exactly social paragon people make him up to be, but it’s clear that he’s trying his best not to make this awkward. “Sure?!” he exclaimed, with clear uncertainty in his voice. The tone was produced thanks to the situation. He swung one more time and even flimsier than before. Why? He’s mentally distracted, that’s why.
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Jul 17, 2016 22:34:03 GMT
Post by Justitia on Jul 17, 2016 22:34:03 GMT
"Fancy?" She does not understand why he would associate her with the adjective.
"I came from a village in... " she strains to remember what the country they were in were called. "...I believe you call it Italy, although I do not know much about it--- our village was rather secluded." she explains.
"I guess I am foreign, but I do not think I am rich." she opines. "I was just being polite?"
...she does not realize that she caused him to be uncomfortable with her close proximity--- although her senses pick up that very discomfort--- and even if she had not picked up on that, the clumsy way his next slash came out, much worse than the one he had made with just the grip--- perhaps even worse than the ones he did unsupervised, even--- is a large warning sign. Clearly the problem was not that he did not understand--- he was distracted. But by what?
"Is something the problem, Mister Eun-ha?" she asks.
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Post by scarf on Jul 19, 2016 8:01:40 GMT
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“No, none!” he quickly answered her question, with the same tone from earlier. Eun-ha noticed that, which embarrassed him even more. He needed t collect himself, surely this isn’t a good front to show anyone. He cleared his throat, mustering everything reasonable to explain his distress. “It’s just that I just met you, I mean you’re gorgeous and all but this is a bit.. too.. close.” he explained, and though he had gathered his all, it’s clear he was struggling.
“N-not that I mind. I just thought you would. I-mean-you-know.. Haha, I should just swing. Swing!” so he did. He swung a couple more times, accelerating further with the motion to just start a swatting motion in the air repeatedly. He lost his grip mid-way causing the dummy blade to fly across the room and clash against the rack of dumbbells. Luckily he didn’t make any exact mess.
“I.. I should get that.” he said, after a few seconds of silence. Looks like his focus will need to be worked on as well.
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Post by Justitia on Jul 21, 2016 9:15:32 GMT
"Gorgeous?"
The word is foreign to Julia--- not that she did not understand what it meant, but rather--- she was not accustomed to thinking of herself as... that. She did order her appearance every day, despite not being able to see it, for the purposes of hygiene and presentability, but it was a new concept to think that her appearance can be... a source of attraction. She steps back, at least. "I apologize. I was unaware of the effect of our proximity."
He made a further mess of himself, confusing her a bit. "You... clearly mind." she states the obvious. "And you're not gripping it--- ah." Well, her warning was too late, it seemed. Clearly it affected him a great deal. She wondered why.
Her interactions with the opposite sex were... before Kingsport... deferent villagers and instructing elders. There weren't exactly... people who were her equal. She knew about relationships--- there were some married people in her hometown--- but hadn't really thought of herself being in one of them.
She waited for him to retrieve the sword. She was not quite sure how to provide instruction in this aspect.
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Post by scarf on Jul 23, 2016 3:32:04 GMT
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Still, it surprised him that she’s completely alien of it. Given that it is his fault, and that closeness is nothing but a primal instruction in his body that’s compelling him, one should understand that that’s a healthy young man. He raised a brow towards her, perplexed to what she meant. Not that’d she would notice his brow, or would she?
“My bad, I’m sorry.” He apologized, admitting it’s his lack of discipline and concentration that caused his accident. “Which part of Italy did you say you grew up in again?” he asked in a somewhat rhetoric way. He’d rather not explain the birds and the bees, and she definitely wouldn’t want Eun-ha to be the chosen one to explain it.
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Jul 24, 2016 11:20:04 GMT
Post by Justitia on Jul 24, 2016 11:20:04 GMT
Julia does know about the birds and the bees; it's just that she hasn't had a chance to note how it affects social interaction.
Mister Eun-ha clearly was changing the topic--- she was thinking of asking him just why he was affected as such by her appearance and closeness, but it seemed it might be a sore point at the moment.
(And yes, she did notice his brow, but she wasn't really sure what to make of it, as well. In a sense, they were both rather perplexed by the situation.)
"No, the fault is mine." she enunciates.
"I am... unsure how to say where exactly it is." she answers in response to his question. For one, their village was isolated, and she was not very acquainted with maps and the names of regions in her home country in general--- something she should probably do so at some time, even if she would not be operating there soon, for now. She could probably tell where it is in regards to the city where she boarded the airplane, though...
"So... shall we continue?" She was unsure how to instruct him without touching him, though...
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Jul 25, 2016 11:18:30 GMT
Post by scarf on Jul 25, 2016 11:18:30 GMT
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"No, it's definitely mine." He should be more understanding of her situation, but it was somewhat difficult to grasp her disposition. He’s never been blind, nor is he a lady, or even a person who’s near absent minded to what society deems appropriate. In the end he needed to understand, he needed to adapt. That’s part of this whole training, and it slightly hurt him to accept that fact.
It’s not like there was anything going on in-between them, they just met. Additionally, he had no vile intention related to what he felt. He just needed to break the artificial behavioral his people have made. “We shall.” he answered her, using the word shall as if imitating her. Eun-ha then approached her, taking one of her hand to grasp his own, finally finding the clarity and enlightenment to train properly. “Hope you don’t mind the smell. Haha, it’s gun metal apparently.” That doesn’t mean he couldn’t joke about it. He brought up his deodorant’s supposed scent. Why can’t men have normal sounding products?
He’d remember her words, quietly making repeating the compromise needed in his head. Rely more on his shoulder; don’t use the whole arm unless it’s for a killing blow. Eun-ha swung once, and just like water, he’d follow her touch to guide him. He even kept his eyes closed, which was definitely a vivifying feeling, almost like being brought into the world of a blind swordsman.
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