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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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[ too bad! dextera has never told anyone in his life to back off—because he’s a coward. so he’s been told. the archangel has spelled his life out for him, and he’s not allowed to dwell on the person he used to be unless it’s to ruminate on the weight of his sin.

guren is nothing like that, and dextera prefers his instructions, but the archangel still has sway. ]

...

[ he peeks over at guren, whose eyes are closed, and instead of taking his hand, he just decides to write his answer on guren’s arm. he doesn’t know if it’ll come across as well, but he tries:

S-O-R-R-Y ]

[ Ah. He wasn’t expecting that, but he gets enough of the word to make it out. Without opening his eyes, he moves the hand of that arm to push lightly at the side of Dextera’s face. Just a scolding push... ]

What the hell are you apologizing for? I’m the one who came over here and gave you a hard time. [ so sorry is his line!! But he already said it once, that was enough ]

[ guren is lucky that he can't speak, or else he'd be sorry for being sorry! but the hand at his face, however light, is enough to discourage him from going in for apology round two.

before guren can get his hand away entirely, however, dextera takes his palm and writes a more proper message this time.

O-K
S-L-E-E-P

the okay could be just about anything, but his command to sleep comes across as straightforward as possible. maybe guren will be less cranky after a nap!!! ]

[ He’s not sure he gets the “ok”. Was it him saying he won’t apologize? Or just brushing off the subject? Or saying it’s okay Guren came over like a selfish ass? It’s enough to get Guren to open his eyes and peek at him, which is the opposite of sleeping... ]

...Yeah. It’s impossible to get any with my housemates. [ A lame excuse for why he’s tired that’s not true at all. Maybe he shouldn’t stay up all night thinking about how he’s going to continue the human experimentation from here and bring back everyone??? Or how Yuu might be in trouble, or his friends, if he’s not there to give the drugs or if someone is snooping around. They hid everything, but—

With that train of thought, his eyes close eventually, and he crosses his arms again, slouching against the wall. This won’t be very comfortable, but he doesn’t think lying on the ground would be any better anyway. Soon enough... he actually does fall asleep! Deceptively peaceful expression and all. He’ll wake up a while later... ]

[ all three! guren is so smart.

the sleep is well-deserved, and dextera has the decency not to watch him—at least not until he hears guren's breathing even out into sleep, and then dextera turns his head to look at him for a little while. he's got nothing better to do, and although he doesn't remember it entirely, the first seven years of his life were spent watching someone sleep and waiting for them to wake up. the action feels familiar and painful, the scar at his side throbbing, and dextera sighs, wiping at his eyes before he shifts away so he can strip his coat and drape it over guren.

he'll sit here until guren gets his rest, and maybe try to collect his thoughts on his laptop.

the archangel... if time is still moving in his own world, who knows how angry the archangel will be when dextera finally returns? ]

[At least it's warm. Even though he really needs a whole night of sleep, his nap only lasts a few hours. It's not really good sleep. He's warm, with extra thanks to Dextera, but his mind won't stop moving, his demon is still there and he has things he has to do later. He planned something with Izuku, too. Way later, but still.

When he wakes up, it's uneventful. His eyes open slowly, and he stares at the space before him for a good minute before he lifts his head and turns it to Dextera. Dextera who's... still there. The slight way Guren shifts his sitting position gets the coat to slip off of him a little, and he looks down at it, noticing it for the first time. Huh.

Deciding not to comment on it, he busies himself with stretching and yawning, instead. He's... tired still.]

Have you been there the whole time? [Guren takes the coat gently, offering it back.]

[ dextera never really did get his thoughts together, so when guren stirs, he stops uselessly refreshing the forum and closes his laptop. he’s surprised to see guren awake again so soon—but he supposes it’s not too comfortable to fall asleep like that.

taking his coat back, he nods, and tilts his head. how did guren sleep? it sounded—and looked—peaceful. good. ]

[Hm. Guren's eyes linger on the closed laptop for a moment before they flick back to Dextera's face. His own expression is distant, considering that tilt of Dextera's face for a moment too long.]

I'm fine. [That's the gist of an answer, he figures, running a hand through his hair with a light sigh.] Wish I had a bed that wasn't falling apart, though.

[Oh well. He drops his hand away. After that, it's silence. It's not awkward, it's nothing close, but it's not necessarily comfortable, either. Guren is just staring at Dextera, trying to figure things out. He's not shaking from being upset anymore? So that's good. But Guren isn't sure how long before that sort of thing can't be helped again.

He had admitted they were friends, which is something that he never usually says aloud, but he already wonders if it would be better that he leave him alone.

The answer is, of course, that he can't. He's useful in that way, and Guren needs anyone who's useful, but beyond that is that he's just fond of him already. He gets attached too easily. Kureto would be calling him weak right now, saying that his demonic personality was better suited for this.

He's been staring a little while, now.]

Is there anything interesting on there?

[ dextera isn’t used to being stared at—or rather, the action makes him uncomfortable, as he remembers the horned girl’s blank gaze as she effortlessly spits his thoughts and fears to the world around him.

although guren isn’t trying to read his mind, dextera’s shoulders tense like he’s trying to prevent it from happening anyway. luckily, he’s able to distract himself with the question about his laptop.

...though he shakes his head. there are just people trying to organize themselves, which is only a little interesting. quickly, this time angling his laptop away so guren can’t read it, he opens the computer and erases his musings from the document so he has a clean slate once again.

then, he’s willing to show guren. ]

Everyone seems to be settling down.

[He wonders what he had on there. But if he's hiding it from him, it was personal in some way, and after just demanding something so difficult of him, Guren won't go on to harass him for his secrets. (Right now, at least, he won't snoop...)]

Right. It's all we can do, right now. [He'd seen the forum posts. Leaving doesn't work, and it would be stupid to wander off on his own, anyway.] What about you?

[He's stopped staring, at least, but the question earns a look so he can get his answer. He'd be walking away to grant Dextera his privacy if it weren't for the whole... speech thing. He's captive at this too close for bros distance.]

[ this time, dextera’s pause isn’t because of any great emotional weight. he’s just genuinely thinking about the question, since he hasn’t stopped to examine how worried he is to be separated from his home until today. ]

It’s peaceful here, but I have to go back eventually. For now, if it stays like this, I don’t mind it.

It sounds like your roommates are less peaceful.

[Peaceful. He doesn't know that he'd call this place peaceful, and hearing it applied to Yata and Akira is even funnier. He cracks a smile.]

They're not at all. [The noisiness, the backtalk, the dragging other people into his space. He prefers it this way.]

Makes it almost feel like home. [Almost.] But I have to go back, too. Everything is too foreign for me to even begin thinking about how we could do that, here. [So many different worlds, and now in a colorless one? What does it mean... why are there shadows. He doesn't know.]

[ dextera smiles, too, encouraged by guren’s answer. watching him sleep was enough of a break for dextera to forget how upset he was to be pushed on the topic of the archangel and into the role of executioner—maybe he won’t have to fulfill it. ]

Can I ask what your home is like?

[Oh. That gets a pause, and Guren tries to keep it short.]

I don't mind telling you, but are you sure you want to know?

[ he... didn't expect that answer. it feels like guren is trying to do him a favor by asking this, and now dextera isn't sure he wants to know. but how much worse can it be than his own world? ]

I do eventually. If you think it's too much, I can wait.

If you're wanting to find out eventually anyway, there's no point in putting it off.

[It might make it worse, even? It's just a depressing thing, and he had been trying to avoid depressing topics towards the end here. Woops. He sighs.]

It used to be a busy place. Billions of people going about their lives. School, work, politics. But eight years ago, on Christmas, a virus wiped out 90% of the humans on the planet. Anyone over 13 who didn't have the vaccine died.

After that, Horsemen of the Apocalypse began to appear. They're creatures, big winged things with too many limbs that can take a normal human easily. They were purposefully setting out to kill the rest of the humans. That's when the vampires came out of their holes and started to gather children up like livestock. They were saving them, but only to keep them as slaves.

They have a lot of them now in the cities they've formed. A lot of the world is in ruin, with those monsters still running around and vampires looking to take over completely, but those of us who are still alive have walled off areas that we've taken control of. That's what the Japanese Imperial Demon Army is trying to protect and expand.

[ it's not worse, necessarily, but it is... different. and difficult. and dextera is now certain indeed that it was a good call not to ask about it over the network—even if guren didn't answer in public, dextera wouldn't want to put him in the awkward position of openly avoiding it. so he's quiet for a moment, and he closes his eyes against his own imagination. the apocalypse is not so strange. vampires, horsemen—both of them are foreign to him, but he understands a threat. ]

...

[ he smooths his thumb over the keys, not yet typing, still considering, contemplating his answer. guren has a lot on his shoulders. when he opens his eyes, he keeps his face turned down, toward the laptop. ]

For me, it was May 14th. I can't pretend to understand it all. But I understand the ruined world.

Thank you for telling me.

[He's surprised, somehow, even though it does make sense in a way he can't explain. Dextera's whole demeanor seems to make sense with someone who has been through something like that. Whatever his part in it was... wanting to go back meant it was a large one, didn't it? Guren can't imagine why else he would want to.]

...I'm sorry.

[That he's experienced it, too. He can't respond to a thank you when he feels so much guilt himself, but he can at least apologize.]

I'm going to fix it all. [There's determination in his voice, but it's a little off. It's vaguely worded enough that he could be talking about reclaiming the world, establishing more walls, rescuing the children... But he means a lot more than that, of course.]

You don't have to tell me why you want to go back, but that's why I have to. Either way, I'm looking into every useful lead that I can. If I find anything out, I'll help you, too.

[Get to his home, he means!]

[ dextera is surrounded by his guilt at all times, back in the neuro tower. he's not ready to share it with guren, and he's grateful that guren isn't forcing him. still, the twinge in his voice—when he says he'll fix it all—is familiar enough to his own pain that dextera finds himself looking at guren's face.

no matter what he means... he's stronger than dextera, for certain, and there's an admiration that shines in his eyes for a moment. ]

...

[ dextera could help, perhaps. if there's a god in guren's world... maybe he can't heal his own sin, but the pain in his chest might ease if he could help someone else. but there's no sense thinking about it further, when it's an impossibility on so many levels. they're stuck here. he guiltily looks back at the keyboard—he wants to say more, but it's too hard to type. if he had a voice, perhaps...

this is easier than trying to empathize, at least for now. ]

You're incredible.

[...

No matter what Guren says, he's actually incredibly shy when it comes to this sort of thing. He sees the words in writing, and he's so glad they're not spoken, but that doesn't make it any easier right now. He lets out a noise somewhere between an irritated huff and something a lot more surprised, turning to look in the opposite direction and trying to cover it by rubbing at his own head.]

There's nothing incredible about it. Cut it out.

[Don't look at him like that and type these things... He's still refusing to look back, now? This means he's won the conversation if Dextera is mute, right. He wins, he's free of embarrassment.]

[ no! he turned away!!

even if dextera types, he can't make guren look. despite the depressing topic they were discussing only seconds ago, guren's shyness serves to counteract the mood that was threatening to settle over them—it seems he'll get his wish, and they won't part on too gloomy a note after all. ]

Ah—

[ ...after a pause, he closes his laptop. for now, guren is safe, although now he has to live with the knowledge that dextera finds inspiration in his conviction. gross. ]

[Gross...!!!

He hears the soft click of the laptop shutting after that little breath of a voice, and that's when he decides to look back. He's frowning just a little bit, but it's no actual sour mood. That much is clear. He moves now, getting up to his feet and stretching again and stifling a yawn.]

I've got a kid to go fight. [That's what he announces now, not touching on that topic from before at all, since he won that conversation. Definitely.] Then maybe I'll try to get some more sleep.

[That he desperately needs... Hm, actually, is Dextera even tired? Guren glances back at him, both hands now on his hips.] You should probably get some, too.

[ wait no don't fight a kid—and now it's too late to stop him. guren has already moved on to nagging him about sleep, and... it's true that dextera probably should. he sleeps sparsely, since his body doesn't let him rest for long.

...or maybe he'll keep refreshing the forum! who knows! he's weak to his own desires. chances are he'll worry about guren's safety as long as he's still up, so it might be best to put himself to bed after all.

hesitantly, he nods, and stands because it feels weird to sit on the floor and look up at guren, even if he's leaving now. ]

[ He’s already tall enough while they’re both standing, right? But good, promised sleep is good. It’s true that the ending note is a lot better than when they’d started. He’d been hoping for that, but some turns near the end put it out of his control. Still, they’ve ended with this, and it’s a bit of a relief. ]

Catch you later. [ He raisss a hand like a goodbye wave before he begins to move towards the door to leave. Now, Dex has his hex code. He can contact him whenever. Guren hopes he remembers, since he’s not going to remind him. ]

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