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@Liliya
And this is the part where I start learning!
Tell me if I (not the character, but me, the user) ever make arena rp mistakes, taboos, etc.
And this is the part where I start learning!
Tell me if I (not the character, but me, the user) ever make arena rp mistakes, taboos, etc.
Rags indeed did not know the meaning of this gesture, but she read in both the boy's eyes and the eyes of those watching that it might be a good idea to return it, so she did, crossing her own blade over her chest with her right hand (she was right handed) and bending at the waste in the same way she saw him do. When the surrounding people cleared away, she recognised that something had changed, and naturally the most obvious cause was that the fight was starting right here and now. She switched her grip to hold her sword in both hands, and started moving low and hunched, like an animal about to fight another of it's species. The boy was still smiling, but Rags' face was grim and determined; Too focused to look like she bore him any ill will to but feral to look like she'd treat this like a training fight.
Despite the People of the Valleys regressing to the level of neanderthals, their intellect and lessons in combat taken from thousands of years of hum history were not lost. When two tribes clashed in the valleys, it was rarely a test of head to head skill, but of wit and guile. Whether you could catch the opponent's head unawares with one strong club blow, or whether you could snare them in a trap. That's what determined victories out to the west.
The boy called out to her to fight well, to which she replied "Fight well too, friend!" as she watched him take a strange but deliberate stance. She wouldn't try to copy this one. She had been asked to fight to the best of her current ability, and that meant doing it the way she knew best. She kept crouched, every muscle poised like a spring, and now they were visible, she didn't look so much like a skinny waif of a girl, but a toned survivor who might pack a strong blow or two in her small frame. Her sword was still held in both hands, semi-upright like a club, as again, she thought it best to fight how she's most comfortable.
She knew from trying to avenge her tribe that trying to attack somebody with the training of the desert people would be met with swift repercussions, so, lesson learned, she started to circle him, guard up, ready to deal with his attack instead. Sure enough, her opponent charged towards her. She noted where his sword was pointed, and what he would do when he reached her with that much momentum, and when he was about to hit her, she quickly sidestepped, but he had suddenly stopped, and jabbed at her face. If she'd committed to the sidestep, she'd have avoided it but his change of tactics caught her off guard and she hesitated in confusion, allowing the sword to deliver a blow to the side of her head, dazing her. While she couldn't properly get her wits together, she held her sword up straight to try and block whatever would inevitably coming, and it did block his diagonal swipe, kind of. It prevented the sword from hitting her body, though it slid down the length of the sword and whacked both of her hands, causing her to grunt in pain and drop the sword.
At that moment the planning part of her brain froze in panic, allowing her more primitive survival instincts to kick in, and without a second's hesitation, she lunged at Aighrit, arms moving to grab his shoulders and putting her entire body weight into the tackle. If it succeeded in connecting with him, they'd both be driven to the floor, and the snarling devil child that was Rags, on top of the boy and pinning him with her legs, would raise both her arms, curl her hands up into fists and bring them down. First she was aiming at his head, then her brain kicked back in and she realised she didn't want to hill him, but win this fight, so she changed the target of her fists to his shoulder mid-descent.
If the tackle failed to bring the boy down to to him avoiding it or tanking it, Rags would land back on her feet, and make a diving dash for her sword.
Despite the People of the Valleys regressing to the level of neanderthals, their intellect and lessons in combat taken from thousands of years of hum history were not lost. When two tribes clashed in the valleys, it was rarely a test of head to head skill, but of wit and guile. Whether you could catch the opponent's head unawares with one strong club blow, or whether you could snare them in a trap. That's what determined victories out to the west.
The boy called out to her to fight well, to which she replied "Fight well too, friend!" as she watched him take a strange but deliberate stance. She wouldn't try to copy this one. She had been asked to fight to the best of her current ability, and that meant doing it the way she knew best. She kept crouched, every muscle poised like a spring, and now they were visible, she didn't look so much like a skinny waif of a girl, but a toned survivor who might pack a strong blow or two in her small frame. Her sword was still held in both hands, semi-upright like a club, as again, she thought it best to fight how she's most comfortable.
She knew from trying to avenge her tribe that trying to attack somebody with the training of the desert people would be met with swift repercussions, so, lesson learned, she started to circle him, guard up, ready to deal with his attack instead. Sure enough, her opponent charged towards her. She noted where his sword was pointed, and what he would do when he reached her with that much momentum, and when he was about to hit her, she quickly sidestepped, but he had suddenly stopped, and jabbed at her face. If she'd committed to the sidestep, she'd have avoided it but his change of tactics caught her off guard and she hesitated in confusion, allowing the sword to deliver a blow to the side of her head, dazing her. While she couldn't properly get her wits together, she held her sword up straight to try and block whatever would inevitably coming, and it did block his diagonal swipe, kind of. It prevented the sword from hitting her body, though it slid down the length of the sword and whacked both of her hands, causing her to grunt in pain and drop the sword.
At that moment the planning part of her brain froze in panic, allowing her more primitive survival instincts to kick in, and without a second's hesitation, she lunged at Aighrit, arms moving to grab his shoulders and putting her entire body weight into the tackle. If it succeeded in connecting with him, they'd both be driven to the floor, and the snarling devil child that was Rags, on top of the boy and pinning him with her legs, would raise both her arms, curl her hands up into fists and bring them down. First she was aiming at his head, then her brain kicked back in and she realised she didn't want to hill him, but win this fight, so she changed the target of her fists to his shoulder mid-descent.
If the tackle failed to bring the boy down to to him avoiding it or tanking it, Rags would land back on her feet, and make a diving dash for her sword.
Kasuke Mina
Mina blushed. Was he implying she liked Jett? That's preposterous! Where did he get that idea, and how many people have that idea now? She needed to find out, but first she needed to address the issue of the recording. "Oh, so blackmail and sharing of embarrasing secrets aren't beneath you either. That's nice. I hope neither of us have to find out how low you can sink morally, because this is quite far down enough for me. Go on. Share it. You'll know I screamed, and I'll know you recorded and shared it like a middle school bully. I wonder which one's more embarrassing to a future Hero...
And as for you," she started, turning on Roy just as he stopped laughing and almost feel on his back. The change in Mina was instantaneous. The anger and icy aura had gone and now she looked like a cross, worried mom. "For god's sake. Am I the only one here who respects my body's limits and rests? You'll recover in the sun but you should at least go to the nurse's office later and make sure you're ok."
When he mentioned getting something to eat, Mina shrugged, and looked around for JoJo to she if she'd be interested in coming. "Sure. I'm hungry. Also what use could you have for a recording of my screaming? If you share that, I will kick you in the head again."
@Aerandir@pkken@Noxx
Maeda Hitomi
"I'll be right there!" Hitomi called out to the party assembling at the table as she retrieved the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink, and retrieved some antiseptic cream, a thick white pad, and a roll of guaze. She washed her hands in the tap and while she was rubbing them with antibacterial gel, instructed Acion to clean the cut under the tap. When he had done so, she applied the cream, then the pad, then wrapped the hand tightly with the guaze, tying it securely under itself.
"There!" she beamed. "Now let's join the others."
On the way to the table, Hitomi took a cookie and sweetly smiled her thanks at Michiko, as she made her way to the nearest free seat and sat down, looking at all the Hero students around her, several of whom she'd never seen before.
@liferusher@Conscripts@Aerandir@Lucius Cypher
Rags nodded. She assumed that here, learning to fight would be how to fight using these metal weapons she saw on the Auxiliaries, as she already knew how to fight using hands, teeth, and crude stone weapons, and she had been no match for any of the men. It wasn't just that they were stronger, but even she could sense there was a purpose and efficiency to their movements. Rags would like to be taught that so she could win fights eventually. And of course, the only way to learn was to be told, and then to do for yourself.
Three boys were lined up, and Rags was told that she should pick one to fight, and that winning or losing doesn't matter here. She just had to learn, and do her best. She was then offered a blunt sword, which she took and tested the edge for herself. It wasn't as heavy as a club but it was still hefty. This was a tool she could use to hunt and kill animals if she so wished, though her teacher assured her it wouldn't kill humans. She had no reason to doubt her.
Rags then looked at the three choices, starting with the largest. He had no hair, which the girl found odd. Where did it go? It didn't matter. He was the largest, and most imposing of the three. Rags would not pick him. There was no concept of 'pride' or 'wanting to prove yourself' in the Valleys. Pride got you killed, and you proved yourself by surviving, and you survived by making smart choices such as 'if you have a choice, don't pick the biggest, strongest opponent'. Next was a tanned boy like herself who didn't look as physically imposing but looked vicious. When their eyes locked, Rags' top lip snarled and she shied away, skipping over him quickly.
That left one. The smallest of the three and the closest to her height and build. He would have been the obvious smart choice if he hadn't have been the boy who smiled at her earlier, and she smiled back. The thought of hurting him gave her a slight knotting feeling in her stomach, but the fact remained that he was the smartest choice. She quelled the feeling in her gut and pointed to Aighrit with her free hand.
Three boys were lined up, and Rags was told that she should pick one to fight, and that winning or losing doesn't matter here. She just had to learn, and do her best. She was then offered a blunt sword, which she took and tested the edge for herself. It wasn't as heavy as a club but it was still hefty. This was a tool she could use to hunt and kill animals if she so wished, though her teacher assured her it wouldn't kill humans. She had no reason to doubt her.
Rags then looked at the three choices, starting with the largest. He had no hair, which the girl found odd. Where did it go? It didn't matter. He was the largest, and most imposing of the three. Rags would not pick him. There was no concept of 'pride' or 'wanting to prove yourself' in the Valleys. Pride got you killed, and you proved yourself by surviving, and you survived by making smart choices such as 'if you have a choice, don't pick the biggest, strongest opponent'. Next was a tanned boy like herself who didn't look as physically imposing but looked vicious. When their eyes locked, Rags' top lip snarled and she shied away, skipping over him quickly.
That left one. The smallest of the three and the closest to her height and build. He would have been the obvious smart choice if he hadn't have been the boy who smiled at her earlier, and she smiled back. The thought of hurting him gave her a slight knotting feeling in her stomach, but the fact remained that he was the smartest choice. She quelled the feeling in her gut and pointed to Aighrit with her free hand.
Kasuke Mina
Upon leaving the changing rooms, Mina came face to face with a bloody figure screaming at her, her instincts acted before her brain jucked in and she jumped out of her skin while letting out quite a brief, shrill scream. Immediately putting a hand to her mouth and turning red, Mina's eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled in anger. She took the hand away from her mouth and advanced on Roy, though she didn't advance to within range of his hand. If he got blood on her uniform, she 'won't hold back' to within an inch of his life.
"What do you think you are doing, Kusayanagi?" she demanded.
@pkken
Maeda Hitomi
Hitomi nodded and smiled at the 'mom' comment. She had been told it a lot since she came here. And she was interested in hearing about Tomoe's quirk. Though part of it did confuse her. "How does a quirk that makes you sleep lots get you into the Hero class? There must be another secret to it. But I'm perfectly alright with you sleeping a lot, though I hope you don't snore."
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When they arrived in the kitchen, just before Tomoe wondered off as Hitomi assumed she would, the sheep girl stopped her. "I'm going to cook you something like you asked. What would you like to eat?"
Having asked that, Hitomi then looked around. There was nobody here from the support class. Were these all Hero students? Wow, she was with the big kids now! Hehe. As she looked around, she spotted Acion, and spotted his wound. Without wasting a breath, she rushed straight over to him, this strange girl he'd never met before with the ears of a sheep and the horns of a goat, who'd not been in any of the practical exercises but was in Quirk Application with him.
"Your hand's hurt!" she exclaimed. "Let me look at it! They taught us first aid in the first year of support class!"
@liferusher@Conscripts
Mako Akane
Jett would feel a presence behind him that he hadn't felt several seconds ago. The figure leaned on the back of the bench that he was sitting on, and it was only when they spoke, in that familiar high, saccharine voice, that he'd know who it was. "Oh my, the job of a staff member is never done. We have another moper, I see. Want to talk about what's on your mind, Jetty?" she asked. Though he couldn't see her without turning round, he could feel her usual, pleasant smile. She probably had her eyes closed too. And she did.
@Aerandir
Rags took the bowl and the utensil, which the savage quickly sussed out the meaning off; a device for eating the hot food without burning one's hands. The boy smiled at her, though. The first actual show of friendliness since her tribe had been killed. She of course, responded in kind, smiling back at the boy, her mood lifted. She held her fork sideways and ate the food off it sideways, treating it more like meat attached to a bone than eating in the manner of what passed for civilisation in this world.
She went to an unoccupied area near the fire and sat down on the floor, eating hungrily and ravenously. As she did so, she looked around at the rest of the camp. There were more men here than she'd ever seen in her entire life. She was still not sure how she felt about this strange place. It offered food, shelter, education and human company. She would want for nothing while here, but she still did not feel welcome. This sis not feel like a mutually equal relationship. If she left tomorrow, they would not miss her. They did not need her. She would rectify this, and the muscular woman seemed to be the key to that. They clearly respected her. All she had to do was follow her instructions and she'd be set here for life. The people would gradually see her as useful and a worthy inclusion. She smiled to herself. She'd started to figure out what 'home' meant.
When she finished her bowl, she returned to Aibhilin and held up her empty bowl and fork. Both had been licked clean. "Food gone. Learn?" she asked, with eyes filled with anticipation and wonder. Rags was ready for a challenge, both to her body and mind.
She went to an unoccupied area near the fire and sat down on the floor, eating hungrily and ravenously. As she did so, she looked around at the rest of the camp. There were more men here than she'd ever seen in her entire life. She was still not sure how she felt about this strange place. It offered food, shelter, education and human company. She would want for nothing while here, but she still did not feel welcome. This sis not feel like a mutually equal relationship. If she left tomorrow, they would not miss her. They did not need her. She would rectify this, and the muscular woman seemed to be the key to that. They clearly respected her. All she had to do was follow her instructions and she'd be set here for life. The people would gradually see her as useful and a worthy inclusion. She smiled to herself. She'd started to figure out what 'home' meant.
When she finished her bowl, she returned to Aibhilin and held up her empty bowl and fork. Both had been licked clean. "Food gone. Learn?" she asked, with eyes filled with anticipation and wonder. Rags was ready for a challenge, both to her body and mind.
@Liliya
No problem! I'll post later today. Also by having the small one offer her food with a smile, she is going to smile back, and obviously they're now going to be the ones who beat each other. Besides, Rags will pick the smallest of them given the choice.
No problem! I'll post later today. Also by having the small one offer her food with a smile, she is going to smile back, and obviously they're now going to be the ones who beat each other. Besides, Rags will pick the smallest of them given the choice.
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