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sixthiterationlogs2019-01-21 02:56 pm
theimmortalweapon) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2019-01-21 02:56 pm
006 ⻰ DOJO MINGLE
WHO: DANNY RAND
WHERE: HOUSE 54
WHEN: JANUARY 19TH
OPEN TO: EVERYONE. MINGLE
WARNINGS: FIGHTING & POSSIBLE INJURY
House 54 looked like any other house except for the rough wooden sign hanging outside on the front porch. It read 'CRANE DOJO' carved in crude letters with Chinese characters carved beneath it reading in tinier font 'Order of the Crane Mother'. Next to that sign was another. This one read 'OPEN' in large carved lettering and if you were to turn it over, you'd find that the other side read 'CLOSED'. If the sun was hanging in the sky, cloudy or clear, the Dojo was open.
The house had been mostly cleared over the months that Danny had lived there. He had installed a door heading upstairs to the living quarters. The kitchen hadn't changed much but the Dining room had been turned into a small medical area while the rest of the house had been emptied. The medical area had the couch that was once in the family room as well as a table and a bookshelf that was filled with what few medical supplies Danny had procured from the inn or the hospital. There was a folding door that looked like it closed off the space but it was currently opened and crumbled against the wall like a fan.
The large areas were separated into two sections with the stairway keeping them divided. The space off to the right of the front door was covered by grass matts that had been stuffed with the material from his mattress. It was firm and Danny would instruct anyone using this space to take off their shoes before stepping on the matts. The second space had the original wooden floors and looked as if it was cleaned regularly. There were three wooden practiced dummies lined along the far wall and a punching bag that was poorly made, filled with dirt and will break if it was punched too hard.
Random equipment could be found on a row of shelves near the stairs or in the closest beneath the stairs. There were several bo staffs, crudely made swords, a pillow meant to be used as a target and a few other odds and ends. Danny was collecting equipment but he didn't have a lot just yet.
Outside was a new addition to the Dojo. The two targets that were used for archery had been moved out of the way and in their place was an obstacle course. It was simple and nothing fancy. If you weren't careful it might be dismantled but it wasn't that bad. Luckily, no one had super human strength to tear his posts out of the ground.
Around the left side of the house had an area that was clearly used to chop wood with a small collection to keep the Dojo warm through winter. The archery targets were also stored there, covered by a sheet similar to the way the wood pile was covered. They could be set up but the only safe place would be a decent distance away from the Dojo. Danny didn't want those training on the obstacle course to become targets to anyone not yet proficient in bows, crossbows or throwing weapons.
The class schedule was still being ironed out but the first two hours after sunrise had the large empty spaces reserved for meditation. Danny wouldn't instruct unless asked but it was assumed that these two hours were the only designated 'quite time' for the Dojo. After the daily lunches at the inn was sparring and by far the most hectic time at the Dojo. Danny laid out the weapons and expected people to use what they wanted and share the space appropriately. He was slowly forming a schedule for classes but this was really the first time that Danny had tried to organize something like this and he had no idea what he was doing. He mostly trusted people to work it out and let him know if he needed to put out formal announcements.
CLASS SCHEDULE
DANNY RAND – Meditation, Martial Arts (Kunlunquan, Shaolinquan, Fujian White Crane, Judo, Aikido, Wing Chun, Ninjutsu, Muay Thai, Karate, Boxing), Martial Arts Weapons (Katanas, Nunchucks, Kama, Throwing Knifes and Stars, Tonfa, Staffs) & General Acrobatics/Stamina Training
NIDA NOMURA – Bo, Polearms & Pole Weapons, Tanbo & General Acrobatics
NATASHA ROMANOFF – Dance Lessons (Hand-to-hand & Actual Ballroom or Ballet Dancing)
BRIGITTE LINDSTORM – Clubs, Hammers, Mace, Baton, Flails, Shields & Boxing
OOC NOTES
[How do you sign up to teach a class?! Please comment here. Times will be loose so that no one gets caught up in silly semantics and we can just have fun! I would prefer for anyone who would like to teach a class to talk to me if they haven't spoken to Danny in game yet. He will need to meet those teaching at the Dojo just because he's a spaz who takes this very seriously.
Anyone is welcome to assume that Danny is teaching them hand-to-hand combat, just give me a heads up so that I know for future reference.
I will be updating the Dojo information on Danny's Sixth Iteration Information page though I might be a little behind. Please send me a PM if there is something there that it looks like I am missing and then it will be free for everyone to use. This post has been organizing a lot of this and getting it together so don't worry about telling me if I missed something.
There is also a notification at the inn on the bulletin board pointing anyone interested in training towards the Dojo.]
WHERE: HOUSE 54
WHEN: JANUARY 19TH
OPEN TO: EVERYONE. MINGLE
WARNINGS: FIGHTING & POSSIBLE INJURY
House 54 looked like any other house except for the rough wooden sign hanging outside on the front porch. It read 'CRANE DOJO' carved in crude letters with Chinese characters carved beneath it reading in tinier font 'Order of the Crane Mother'. Next to that sign was another. This one read 'OPEN' in large carved lettering and if you were to turn it over, you'd find that the other side read 'CLOSED'. If the sun was hanging in the sky, cloudy or clear, the Dojo was open.
The house had been mostly cleared over the months that Danny had lived there. He had installed a door heading upstairs to the living quarters. The kitchen hadn't changed much but the Dining room had been turned into a small medical area while the rest of the house had been emptied. The medical area had the couch that was once in the family room as well as a table and a bookshelf that was filled with what few medical supplies Danny had procured from the inn or the hospital. There was a folding door that looked like it closed off the space but it was currently opened and crumbled against the wall like a fan.
The large areas were separated into two sections with the stairway keeping them divided. The space off to the right of the front door was covered by grass matts that had been stuffed with the material from his mattress. It was firm and Danny would instruct anyone using this space to take off their shoes before stepping on the matts. The second space had the original wooden floors and looked as if it was cleaned regularly. There were three wooden practiced dummies lined along the far wall and a punching bag that was poorly made, filled with dirt and will break if it was punched too hard.
Random equipment could be found on a row of shelves near the stairs or in the closest beneath the stairs. There were several bo staffs, crudely made swords, a pillow meant to be used as a target and a few other odds and ends. Danny was collecting equipment but he didn't have a lot just yet.
Outside was a new addition to the Dojo. The two targets that were used for archery had been moved out of the way and in their place was an obstacle course. It was simple and nothing fancy. If you weren't careful it might be dismantled but it wasn't that bad. Luckily, no one had super human strength to tear his posts out of the ground.
Around the left side of the house had an area that was clearly used to chop wood with a small collection to keep the Dojo warm through winter. The archery targets were also stored there, covered by a sheet similar to the way the wood pile was covered. They could be set up but the only safe place would be a decent distance away from the Dojo. Danny didn't want those training on the obstacle course to become targets to anyone not yet proficient in bows, crossbows or throwing weapons.
The class schedule was still being ironed out but the first two hours after sunrise had the large empty spaces reserved for meditation. Danny wouldn't instruct unless asked but it was assumed that these two hours were the only designated 'quite time' for the Dojo. After the daily lunches at the inn was sparring and by far the most hectic time at the Dojo. Danny laid out the weapons and expected people to use what they wanted and share the space appropriately. He was slowly forming a schedule for classes but this was really the first time that Danny had tried to organize something like this and he had no idea what he was doing. He mostly trusted people to work it out and let him know if he needed to put out formal announcements.
NIDA NOMURA – Bo, Polearms & Pole Weapons, Tanbo & General Acrobatics
NATASHA ROMANOFF – Dance Lessons (Hand-to-hand & Actual Ballroom or Ballet Dancing)
BRIGITTE LINDSTORM – Clubs, Hammers, Mace, Baton, Flails, Shields & Boxing
Anyone is welcome to assume that Danny is teaching them hand-to-hand combat, just give me a heads up so that I know for future reference.
I will be updating the Dojo information on Danny's Sixth Iteration Information page though I might be a little behind. Please send me a PM if there is something there that it looks like I am missing and then it will be free for everyone to use. This post has been organizing a lot of this and getting it together so don't worry about telling me if I missed something.
There is also a notification at the inn on the bulletin board pointing anyone interested in training towards the Dojo.]
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So he did end up winning. It had just been hard.
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She could only shake her head.
"It sounds like one hell of a fucking balancing act," she said. "Weapons and magic at the same time. I guess you're used to it. But that feels like a lot of stuff going on all at once."
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"I was trained to manage all of it since I was a kid."
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In other words, a giant-ass nerd.
Thoughtfully, she frowned. "Is it hard here?" she asked. "Not having access to that power?" She could imagine it feeling like a whole sense was cut off. His ability to hear or smell or something like that.
Of course, she didn't miss her own Disciplines that much. Except maybe that latent ability to heal. She'd never been all that comfortable having mind control. It didn't seem fair.
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"A bit," Nida admits with a shrug as he backs off a step. "I mean..." Since he's now far enough away he takes the staff into two hands and starts spinning it rapidly. The staff was approaching a blur. "Look at this? I can't even do this as fast as I should. Or hit as strong. In my world, the kind of magic I had served not only as spells, but as bodily enhancements. The closest I've felt here comes from the green wristband. I can impart durability to people for a few minutes at a time. I used to have that sort of thing 'naturally.' Fought dragons, remember? Never wore armor."
Not as bad as having a sense cut off. But it is a bit like being sick for a very long time. Granted his memory isn't eroding away as well, so that was an advantage.
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Fuck, if she could ever twirl a staff that fast, she'd be fucking thrilled.
Of course, that was one advantage she had over pretty much everyone else. She had nothing but time.
At least, she assumed so. She'd shown signs of aging in her first year of being a prisoner. But since then, they'd stopped. Since they made her a vampire again.
"Sorry," she sighed, trying to focus on him and forget about her issues. "That's pretty much all I got. But. Sorry."
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"I'm adapting," Nida shrugged when she apologized. "I mean, I don't like that I lost the power, but at the same time, one has to wonder if magic makes the man and all of that. But this much?"
The staff stops twirling and he smiles at her. "This much you'll be able to do with practice. I know you will. I've just had ten years to learn it all. Like Danny's had forever. He'll teach you well."
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Which was weird. But she was getting used to it.
"My best guess is that he doesn't trust me with sharp objects."
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Which, he knew, Tony wouldn't. They really needed someone to go take over the Northern forge to put out useful tools for self-defense.
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But he had an incredibly good point. One that had utterly escaped Sam. For all of her intellect, she didn't always think in terms of the analog world.
After all, back home, when she ran out of bullets, she could just fucking buy some. At least until the Rain had happened and she'd turned into a crazy hoarder. For all the good that had done.
"Okay," she sighed. "Maybe there's a method to his madness. Just don't tell him I said so."
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Because frankly, he didn't always get on with Danny. But their issues didn't mean he wouldn't tell Danny something if he thought it was important for his safety or Sam's. In this case, that isn't really a concern.
"I should probably stop bugging you so you can practice."
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Actually, what she really wanted to get out of him right now was a hyper-detailed description of a real, actual dragon. Back in the day, Sam used to do a form of police sketch artist freelance, working for the vampire government in LA. She was pretty good at capturing a verbal description. She wanted to see if she could apply the same talent to a dragon.
Because then, at least, she could say she knew what real dragons looked like.
And that was pretty fucking awesome.
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It's a serious promise, because clearly the people here need to hear more about dragons. Just because they are from worlds without them doesn't mean they shouldn't get to hear about the things.
Though he was hard pressed to believe their worlds didn't have them at some point if the woman could so easily sketch one onto her ceiling.