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( Hey. So I was talking to this girl, she's new like us, was thinking you guys could do a meet and greet. Favor to me, she seems a little tetchy. )

Edited 2017-05-13 14:50 (UTC)

[ Annie directs them all to meet up in the rec wing, hoping maybe they'll do some normal kid shit like play ping pong or something, but her hopes aren't exactly up either. ]

I'm just here to do intros real quick, not gonna chaperone.

Edited 2017-05-13 14:52 (UTC)

( Meet me in the training wing, I will come get you if you don't show up. Don't make me do that. )

[ The threat is like a million teeth looming overhead in the darkness. ]

Annie's Official Overview
Here's the deal. Some of you already got the skills I think you need, and some of you don't, but I'm not gonna split you up because this is the crew I find important and reliable as of that last bullshit mission.

We're doing the shit together.

If you already have what you need, help someone who doesn't. I care most about seeing stamina and agility improve, if you can run and dodge you can probably not get yourself killed. For those who want it, we'll get somebody to do strength and combat with you. If you don't want to fight, I'm not gonna make you, but I expect you to be around to actually see what everyone can and can't do.

[ She rattles this all off from on top of a stack of mats, looking down at them. ]

Anything you're inexperienced with, get someone to do with you. Don't fuckin' injure yourselves.

[ She jumps down. ]

I will personally come and wake your asses up for runs. Zero of you can hide from me, I will drag you by your ankles to this deck.

[ A big smile. ]

Let's go, today's gonna suck for some of you.

OOC
Threading out training is mostly boring. I'd highly suggest summarizing the action in the background and using this time to chat about other shit. How much they all hate Annie for this is a perfectly acceptable topic of conversation.

Part of the function here is to do some sparring threads, if you don't care for threading fights at great length but value that training, I suggest summarizing it up with the other player and moving on to whatever else you wanted out of the interaction.

Summarizing overall what your goals are for the character is also perfectly fine, we'll handwave that those are pursued going forward. Use this space for whatever you want to use it for. Don't thread any part you find boring, ok.

Motivational Insults
[ It's not a secret that Annie has an awful, endless mouth. But did you know she can curse your mother in like six different languages? Pick an exercise and I will find something horrifyingly colorful for Annie to say while harassing someone undeserving. ]

Sparring !
[ Annie will do either empty hand stuff, or she's also decided she likes the heft of a pair of swords, their hilts chained together. She loves to fight, maybe her excitement is just infectious. Note: I like threading fights, but I am also more than happy to compress it down to a more summarized place. ]

Talking
[ Want to share your true thoughts and feelings about being harangued into training you may or may not want?! Go for it. ]

Anything else
[ Bring it, do it. I am here to tag with you. ]

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[Noctis might be a slightly awkward, aloof, and scruffy specimen, but he's overcome impressive challenges in his lifetime. He's fought gods, daemons, men. He's even defeated the Usurper with his own blade, high above the crumbling reaches of Insomnia. He's capable in a fight, clever enough too, and while there's always room to improve, he's generally confident in his skill.

But early mornings just drain all of the motivation out of him; it's difficult to tell if it's night or day on the station, but it doesn't matter. He's sleepy. This all looks like too much effort. Can't he just watch? That track looks really big and why on Eos would he want to run around the entire thing--]

I can't believe you woke me up for this. [He looks at Annie, trying to appear unimpressed. He has to avoid the temptation to rub at his eyes.] I thought we talked about fighting, not running.

[When Nyx approaches, Noctis is the first to speak. While he'd like to say he's given this a lot of thought, in reality, it just seems like the natural thing to do with a Glaive now on the station. He has no reason not to grant the man his magic; after all, the more malleable in a fight, the better for the whole of the Nest, right?

Still, there are some things that need clarifying. And thus:]

Just so you know... my magic isn't as strong here. You might have to relearn your limitations, because I'm going to have to do the same.

[The loose white clothing from his first day has already been ignored. The Kingsglaive uniform is his work, his duty. He could move faster and easier in something like this. It's what he's used to.

Nyx sighs a little.]

I hadn't been using magic for a little while before I got here. Trust me, I've been relearning how to do everything.

[He doesn't wear the Ring, no reason for him to even have it on his person honestly. It's really not his.]

As far as I know? I'm just a Glaive without magic.

[To see the Kingsglaive uniform provides comfort in its familiarity, and it's not surprising to see Nyx in it again. Noct doesn't wear the white clothing, either, only what he arrived in -- the usual black "raiments".

He crosses his arms together, brows knit.]

...Right. [The realization that the death of his father would've ended Nyx's utilization of magic is not a new one, but it still stings. He pushes it to the back of his mind for now.]

You had weapons on you when you arrived here, didn't you?

Edited 2017-05-13 23:11 (UTC)

[ She slaps him on the back, it would be more of a fortifying gesture if she hadn't hit quite so hard. She smiles up at him menacingly. ]

I didn't want you to miss out on any of the fun, buddy.

[He unsheathes the kukri, one of the city, all harsh angles and inlaid swirling patterns, the other of Galahd, smooth curves and ribbed along the blade.]

Just me and these.

( Yeah, I think I'll pass. Thanks. )

( John Murphy! Loser number one! First on the hit list. )

Perfect.

[He eyes the blades with satisfaction. He isn't beyond letting a broodmate -- a Glaive, at that -- borrow a weapon from his Armiger if need be. But it's best that Nyx uses weapons that he's trained and familiar with.

Noctis doesn't say anything else as something flickers between them. Sharp, like a cord snapping, filtering in a sensation of crystal pinpricks. A familiar embrace of magic, a conduit opening between them like something set aflame. The Chosen King's magic echoes with baffling potency, a ghost of electricity lancing through one's body; it wanes with distance from the Crystal, and Nyx may feel the way it fluctuates with an uneasy rhythm. But it's there for him now when it wasn't before, for the man to use as he sees fit.

It's a gesture of trust to the highest degree. He doesn't believe it to be misplaced.]

Try it.

[The magic. Warping. Try it, see how if it suits him as well as his father's did before him.]

( What are you gonna do, leak on me? )

( Nah, I'm gonna gut punch you then drag you to the deck by your pant leg. It's how I handle all my unruly students. )

[ She's... not joking? There's like a little montage she feeds him of surly teenage girls being dragged across marble floors to join the others outside or in the gymnasium. ]

[Shepard, not directly involved in the conversation, nevertheless cannot help but overhear, and comment.]

( that's hot. )

( I try not to fuck my students. )

[ A face crops up briefly. An asian girl with dyed pink hair and a hero worship problem--Mimi. Annie shoves it down in a rush. ]

( I just want him to run laps and do some fight practice with the rest of my brood. )

( Uh huh. )

[She believes you. No really. Really. ~~not really~~.]

( Kick his ass into gear, then. Let me know if you need backup. )

( Why? )

( Funny, sounds kind of similar to how my last lesson went. )

[He doesn't throw the memory back at her, but there's a flash of an impromptu classroom, metal walls, windows that look out onto space, kids sitting in rows on folding chairs, no desks. And the sudden shock rippling through them all as a man, their teacher, punches Murphy across the face.]

( I'm not really interested in more. )

[ She did not fuck that girl. It was really, really hard because Mimi freaking Gao was really really insistent about it, but Annie. Did not. Have relations with that girl. The fluster of having to assert that -- not just now, but all the times she'd had to tell Mimi no is hot in her chest, on her face. ]

( I have a couple whiners to drag in, I'm on it. )

( Don't give a shit, buddy. You can cry while you run your laps for all I fucking care. )

( Want everybody to spend some time training together so we're more ready next time our fuckin' addle-brained friends decide to sandbag us during a mission. )

( We've done alright so far. )

[ Not to discount anything that's happened so far, but. ]

( You won't need to drag me. I've been needing to find regular sparring partners. )

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Alnair Girls

Rec Wing

Alnair + Murphy/Bellamy

Training Wing

Annie Stuff

talking (himself out of running) + sparring

noct + nyx; magic talk, sparring

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