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USER: #A5211F - Combat training and spars

[USER: #A5211F]

This is Lt. Colonel Guren Ichinose of the Japanese Imperial Demon Army. I don't expect that to mean anything to any of you, but if it can make anyone take me a little more seriously, then I'll take it.

I'm sure you all saw the illustration of those apparent shadow monsters. If there are dangers, it means we should be ready for them, and somehow I've run into a surprising few people who have enough experience in combat. Some of them don't have any at all.

Would any of you be interested in learning how to fight? To defend yourselves? What about the capable out there— are you willing to teach, or spar to improve yourselves? Let me know, and I can set something up for regular practicing.

That's all.

(OOC: Basically, I thought it might be fun to encourage more random CR with both characters who would like to learn how to fight, and characters who already know how and are willing to teach or spar! If there's enough interest, I can throw up an ooc post with match up sort of things that can provide a semi-regular chance for new CR (via threading or handwaving). Let me know in your tag, or via PM if your character won't tag the post!

Edit: I put up an ooc sign up! Please remember to sign up there if you'd like your character to be included in some fighting (and friendship) styled pair ups!)

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I'm in control.

[Guren just keeps going, and his tone is... complex. Sad? It's like he's trying to convince himself by saying that. He's in control. He's in control.] But if I ever seem not myself, I want you to try to bring me back, first.

[However he wants to try that... He doesn't know. He barely shares this stuff to begin with. If Dextera weren't mute, he probably wouldn't be sharing this at all. It's strange how that works.] But if I've completely lost myself, it'll probably be an unstoppable rampage. I have too much I need to do, but if that happens... you'll have to kill me.

[Welp sorry it went there]

[ it went there!

dextera has killed before. he can remember the feeling of—throats, under his fingers, and the vision of the sentry angel wasting away in front of the research laboratory. he’s sorry. he doesn’t want to do that to guren. he’ll try to bring him back, but being asked to kill someone just in case is an unpleasant burden.

but he won’t refuse. ]

...

[ he takes guren’s hand, not to say anything, just to have it—and nods, squeezing it a little tighter than may be necessary. ]

Hey, what's with that reaction...?

[Now his tone is sad but trying to lace itself with some kind of humor. This is an incredibly heavy burden. He knows it. But it's one he has to share this time, no matter what he wants. Eight years of shouldering his own sin, of keeping everything from his closest friends— it's weighing on his heart, and he struggles to keep his own sanity more and more. He has to find ways to lighten it. It's a necessity now.]

By saying that, it's guaranteed that I'll live. Because I have to, no matter what. And there's no way I'd let a boring guy like you kill me.

[Is he helping]

[ it helps a little.

guren reminds him something of the coffin man, whose blasé approach to death makes dextera feel a little less insane about the whole thing. even so, it’s not easy or fun to be tasked with killing someone if they go off the rails.

he wishes he were just a boring guy! then guren wouldn’t ask him to do something like this!! why does dextera always have to kill people!!! ]

...

[ another period of silence, and then he forces guren’s palm open to deliver him the most aggressive and least helpful message yet.

D-O-N-T
G-O
C-R-A-Z-Y ]

Ahahaha.

[Should he be laughing? No... But it's an almost tired laugh, so maybe he can get an exception? His free hand shifts to rest on Dextera's head, pressing flat as he leans down to peer at him more directly.]

I won't. I promise.

[He lies all the time, but this is what he wants to be true, anyway. So it's fine to sound so certain, even when Mahiru is currently giggling up her own storm in the back of his mind.]

[ this is the worst visit ever.

dextera calms only a fraction at guren’s certainty—he doesn’t know if he believes that, but he wants to, and he’ll accept that guren knows himself better than dextera does.

he killed his comrades. he killed his brother. he killed the world.

for now, dextera rests his hand against guren’s palm, and exhales slowly. maybe there’s a way to bring him back before murder becomes an option—and it’s not like guren has gone the full demon anyway.

with all this contact they’re doing, guren can definitely feel dextera trembling. you jerk!! ]

[Oh my god he's like a puppy?? Guren notices that, of course, and he's troubled by it. Standing tall again, he lets his hand drop away from Dextera's head. No one should be so worried about a guy like him, especially not someone he's only met recently. He must have such a kind heart, and Guren had to be the one to come and make this difficult for him. He could even be angry at that? He couldn't hate him for that?

It would be easier if he did. He curls the fingers of his other hand around Dextera's loosely, a small grip at fingertips meant to draw attention. He doesn't know why he's being so touchy— maybe it just feels like it makes sense with someone who can't speak.]

How unlucky, right? Running into someone like me. I don't even have anything to say to make it better. This is just how it is.

[He sighs, and then pulls his hand back, too embarrassed to keep it there. Instead, he rubs the back of his head, picking some spot on the wall to stare at. Hm, hrm, opening up is hard even when it's hardcore.]

Edited 2018-03-23 04:24 (UTC)

[ it’s fine, anyway—guren pulling away breaks the spell somewhat, and dextera slowly, slowly remembers to shake his head.

it’s not unlucky. it’s par for the course—and at least guren has the decency to be nice about it. dextera wouldn’t say thank you even if he could, but there’s a stirring of gratitude in his heart all the same.

just to get guren to look at him, he touches his arm, and shakes his head more firmly.

whatever he’s going through... they’re in this together now! terrifying and miserable though it is...

they’re friends. ]

[The touch gets him to look back, and he can't help but look a little surprised. He's trying so hard to reassure him? Geez. He doesn't even know where to begin on how Dextera needs to look out for himself more. He doesn't know what to say.

He's never been good with words. He's never been good with understanding people who want to bother with him, and there are so many of them? Everywhere?]

... [It's like a half sigh, like he's trying to find something to say, and it's gone just as quickly.] I'll make it up to you.

[Somehow... He has no idea how.]

[ they’re both full of surprises! dextera didn’t expect guren to actually give him the time of day, let alone that small kindness... and his worried expression becomes a sympathetic smile.

dextera doesn’t know how guren plans to do that either, but it’s the thought that counts! ]

...hah.

[ it’s more of a breath than a laugh, with no voice behind it, but he’s clearly amused at guren’s attempt to rectify this. ]

[Was that a laugh?? A breath-laugh? The amusement tells him maybe, and that has him making an unpleasant face to hide a much more pleasant emotion. Friends.

"You actually shared quite a bit just now, didn't you, Guren? How unlike you~. But will that be enough?"

Guren's eyes dim as he tries not to listen to her. Really, he doesn't know if it will be enough. He left out too much, probably— things that would have made it more unpleasant. He wants to believe he won't need this.]

That face there is why you're younger than me.

[ dextera thinks he sees—something, for a moment there, but it’s gone under the indignation he feels at guren’s sly comment!

he has no problem with being younger, but the way he says it... again, what a jerk. ]

...!

[ he’s not quite at the immature shoving stage of friendship, so he quickly turns away to... grab his laptop? and he opens it to the word processor. he doesn’t strictly need to use it, but now he’s embarrassed. ]

Are you going to stay?

[ he’s a dexterous (hah) typist. ]

[Yeah, that's right!! Get teased!! Guren waits for him to type the sentence before he glances at it, and even that is a little surprising. It also reminds him that he's still here, lingering, doing a whole lot of nothing when there's so much to be looked into.

But he hasn't slept in a couple of nights, even if he hides it well. That, and going back to that house of his means dealing with two nosy roommates, a noisy addition to one of those roommates, and maybe 10 people asking about the army.]

Maybe a while, unless you're trying to kick me out. [He decides on an answer like that.]

[ automatically, dextera shakes his head before remembering that he has the power of speech as long as his laptop is open. ]

You’re welcome to stay. I’m not doing anything.

[ plus, guren just got back from a weird fight in the woods or something, didn’t he? dextera isn’t sure of the details, but he must be tired. ]

...Thanks.

[He can't even come up with some smart ass comment instead of a thank you. He's tired, but it's way more about the literally not sleeping the past two days and maybe eating two fish thing, but nevermind that.

He finds a wall to lean against and slide down to a seat, gesturing for Dextera to come over with his laptop. He's definitely not going to fall asleep right here leaning against a wall, he will keep his eyes open and read what he types!! Hopefully.]

Tell me about your roommates or something.

[ if he does fall asleep, so be it!! dextera doesn’t mind, and he understands exhaustion well anyway. the problem for dextera is that if he gets tired, he’ll die, because the meta-beings will definitely come eat him no matter what.

he joins guren against the wall, maybe a little closer than just two dudes being bros should be, but his laptop is visible anyway. that’s what matters. ]

Noctis and Joshua, I think. I haven’t talked to Joshua much.

[ he taps the keys lightly, considering what to say. ]

They’re nice. Noctis has a bird.

[Oh, both names he knows.]

Joshua replied to my forum post. I met Noctis the first day we got here, too. [Good choices, he thinks. He has no idea about Joshua, but he seemed so serious and to the point. That worked well. Noctis was a nice guy, kind and casual. They were probably good to hang around each other.]

A bird... like from home? I've seen a fair number of people get a little something extra from home in their houses. We almost missed mine, too.

I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s really big.

[ dextera likes the chocobo... there’s no telling why he feels such an affinity with it, and he probably couldn’t explain it if asked. ]

I got the Angelic Rifle. What did you get from your world?

[ he nods to the gun when he types its name, and then looks to guren when he addresses him. it must have been something small—a weapon, maybe? ]

[The things that catch his interest in this just keep coming. A big bird? But wait— angelic rifle? Guren looks to the gun even as he answers the question he just read.]

Drugs.

[But more importantly—] It's called the Angelic Rifle? Why?

[ ‘drugs’ is nondescript enough that dextera honestly doesn’t think to question it, although he should. he’s injected and swallowed so many things in his short memory that he takes the comment in stride.

but he does look at the angelic rifle again, with some concern, when guren questions the name. ]

I don’t know. The Archangel named it.

The Archangel is my

[ he hesitates, shakes his head, and backspaces before he finishes that thought. guren might see it anyway, but he doesn’t really know how he wanted to end that. ]

[He does see that, because he's staring back at the laptop once he hears typing. The backspacing, the shake of his head... But Guren waits a few seconds before he decides to try a finisher to the sentence on his own.]

...your crush?

[He's messing with him just to try and pull a real answer out, come on. He doesn't know that he likes the sound of The Archangel after everything else he's heard.]

[ that is not what he expected guren to guess!!

the answer is a firm no, anyway, and he doesn’t need to type that when his expression says it all. it doesn’t change the fact that dextera doesn’t know what the archangel is to him, anymore. ]

He’s my

He’s the only person

He’s the one who

[ more backspacing, until finally: ]

He’s the leader of the Order of Malkuth. I’m a member as well.

[He kind of wants to tease him about all of that, because it's not helping— but he knows better, and he's too focused. The only person... who what? There have been countless questions about what Dextera must have dealt with, or what he's even doing, and it seems like he never ends up giving any answers.

All of this, with Guren half asleep against a wall, trying not to give in to exhaustion because this is too important.]

What's the Order of Malkuth? Is that the military you were talking about before?

[ listen, it’s not his fault that he and the archangel have a messy relationship that looks like lifestyle BDSM. ]

Yes. We’re a religious order.

[ technically he was excommunicated for treason but the archangel had a purpose for him so, hey! life finds a way! ]

The Archangel leads us. The False Angels.

[Religious order, false angels... Guren covers his mouth with a hand as he thinks. How can so much sound similar to what he knows, and yet so much sound so foreign?]

False angels. [He says it himself, quiet, like a mutter.] What do you believe?

[Maybe that's wider than asking what the group stands for. He wants to know what Dextera thinks in all of this, along with what sort of goals there might be for a group like that. He remembers the God comment from before, of course, but details...? Opinions?]

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