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[OPEN] Host with their banners at sunset were seen...
Characters: Bakura + YOU!
Date: January catch-all log (but also the last week of Dec stuff)
Location: Various around Keeliai. Some general locations in starters or make your own :)
Situation: Assorted. Add warnings if needed in subject headers. There's a TLDR abilities & permissions post if you're interested in the mechanics for B. setting.
Warnings/Rating: The "B" section (haha, like B-movie get it) has descriptions of animal mauling injuries, npc death.
A. JADE SCHOOL OF KUNG FU DOJO (DAY)
Since being hired on by Korra for the dojo, Bakura had gotten the place in right respectable order and he'd been right in thinking that once the heavy cleaning was done, keeping the place tidy and spotless was easy enough. It took him only a few hours a day to do what was technically required, but he usually spent a few more doing odds and ends around the building. Part of the efficiency was done under the guise of his host's work ethic but part of it was the thief's own, his meticulous attention to detail and preference for hands-on tasks that required a fine touch showing through. It was why he'd crafted by hand every building and figurine one the Memory RPG by hand--
-- and abruptly his thoughts are thrown back to that game, ostensibly on hold for the duration of his stay here. Time does not pass while you are between Life, Death and Dreaming. Was that why he'd been brought here, but his host had not? It hadn't taken very long for the thief to realize that this was not the teen's body. It was very nearly identical and to anyone else would have passed the best scrutiny but Bakura knew there were no scars where there should have been: in a semi-circle on his chest, and the back of his left hand. It was perplexing not to have a second voice in his mind after so long.
Bakura hmm'd thoughtfully, pulling the threads of the protective netting he'd taken down from one of the windows where he'd noticed it had been ripped sometime in the past. A ball of cord sat next to him as he deftly wove the replacement strands in and out of the netting with barely a glance as he worked.
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B. MONSTER ATTACK (NIGHT)
Bakura was pleased to have the Ring back in his possession with very minimal fuss after it had inexplicably shown up in Markutte during the landfall. However pleased does not negate that the Ring, like his deck, was a tool at his disposal and as such, he needed to verify its capability in an unfamiliar place. So in the small hours of the morning he decides to give it a test, departing from the Fire Sector and taking a roundabout route to Water. The thief keeps to the shadows until he's sure he's not followed and then, near enough to one of the canals that meander through the district, Bakura settles one hand on the square case of his card deck and pours willpower into the Ring.
For a fleeting, worrisome moment, nothing happens.
Then a constrained haze of shadows and miasma seems to rip right out of the air and a low growl reverberates off the stones beneath his feet. A huge wolf steps into the street, easily six feet or better at the shoulder with vividly ruby eyes blazing in the dark and long claws that scrape across the cobble with each step. It takes a step toward Bakura, teeth exposed in an angry snarl but the thief doesn't so much as flinch.
"Make yourself known," the thief orders before drawing back into the shadows himself, to find a hidden place to watch what unfolds. The direwolf Fenrir raises its muzzle to the sky and howls so loudly that the panes of glass in nearby windows shake and it sets out to hunt. It comes across a late night pedestrian and with teeth and claws falls upon the man, rending flesh from bone with only time for an aborted scream that shudders out from between the buildings.
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(( OOC: The wolf will be stalking around and attacking random people, so feel free to intervene or flee as you'd like! It will have killed one random kedan NPC before anyone can get a good crack at it, so you could come across the suitably mauled body during or after. It may also attack some others, including PC characters, resulting in injures if the player chooses! Though proportionately strong for a creature its size, it will be affected by both magical and physical attacks and will seem to bleed as a normal creature would, though if it gets too far from where it lands (like a blood trail) the substance will simply dissipate back into shadow. When it's dealt a fatal blow, the body will also disappear and leave no trace. Additionally, Bakura may summon the wolf more than once if it's dispatched too quickly, so if it's killed off assume it's shown up again in a different area. Any questions, poke me on plurk! ))
Date: January catch-all log (but also the last week of Dec stuff)
Location: Various around Keeliai. Some general locations in starters or make your own :)
Situation: Assorted. Add warnings if needed in subject headers. There's a TLDR abilities & permissions post if you're interested in the mechanics for B. setting.
Warnings/Rating: The "B" section (haha, like B-movie get it) has descriptions of animal mauling injuries, npc death.
A. JADE SCHOOL OF KUNG FU DOJO (DAY)
Since being hired on by Korra for the dojo, Bakura had gotten the place in right respectable order and he'd been right in thinking that once the heavy cleaning was done, keeping the place tidy and spotless was easy enough. It took him only a few hours a day to do what was technically required, but he usually spent a few more doing odds and ends around the building. Part of the efficiency was done under the guise of his host's work ethic but part of it was the thief's own, his meticulous attention to detail and preference for hands-on tasks that required a fine touch showing through. It was why he'd crafted by hand every building and figurine one the Memory RPG by hand--
-- and abruptly his thoughts are thrown back to that game, ostensibly on hold for the duration of his stay here. Time does not pass while you are between Life, Death and Dreaming. Was that why he'd been brought here, but his host had not? It hadn't taken very long for the thief to realize that this was not the teen's body. It was very nearly identical and to anyone else would have passed the best scrutiny but Bakura knew there were no scars where there should have been: in a semi-circle on his chest, and the back of his left hand. It was perplexing not to have a second voice in his mind after so long.
Bakura hmm'd thoughtfully, pulling the threads of the protective netting he'd taken down from one of the windows where he'd noticed it had been ripped sometime in the past. A ball of cord sat next to him as he deftly wove the replacement strands in and out of the netting with barely a glance as he worked.
---
B. MONSTER ATTACK (NIGHT)
Bakura was pleased to have the Ring back in his possession with very minimal fuss after it had inexplicably shown up in Markutte during the landfall. However pleased does not negate that the Ring, like his deck, was a tool at his disposal and as such, he needed to verify its capability in an unfamiliar place. So in the small hours of the morning he decides to give it a test, departing from the Fire Sector and taking a roundabout route to Water. The thief keeps to the shadows until he's sure he's not followed and then, near enough to one of the canals that meander through the district, Bakura settles one hand on the square case of his card deck and pours willpower into the Ring.
For a fleeting, worrisome moment, nothing happens.
Then a constrained haze of shadows and miasma seems to rip right out of the air and a low growl reverberates off the stones beneath his feet. A huge wolf steps into the street, easily six feet or better at the shoulder with vividly ruby eyes blazing in the dark and long claws that scrape across the cobble with each step. It takes a step toward Bakura, teeth exposed in an angry snarl but the thief doesn't so much as flinch.
"Make yourself known," the thief orders before drawing back into the shadows himself, to find a hidden place to watch what unfolds. The direwolf Fenrir raises its muzzle to the sky and howls so loudly that the panes of glass in nearby windows shake and it sets out to hunt. It comes across a late night pedestrian and with teeth and claws falls upon the man, rending flesh from bone with only time for an aborted scream that shudders out from between the buildings.
---
(( OOC: The wolf will be stalking around and attacking random people, so feel free to intervene or flee as you'd like! It will have killed one random kedan NPC before anyone can get a good crack at it, so you could come across the suitably mauled body during or after. It may also attack some others, including PC characters, resulting in injures if the player chooses! Though proportionately strong for a creature its size, it will be affected by both magical and physical attacks and will seem to bleed as a normal creature would, though if it gets too far from where it lands (like a blood trail) the substance will simply dissipate back into shadow. When it's dealt a fatal blow, the body will also disappear and leave no trace. Additionally, Bakura may summon the wolf more than once if it's dispatched too quickly, so if it's killed off assume it's shown up again in a different area. Any questions, poke me on plurk! ))
CLOSED TO KORRA;
He found her practicing and knocked on the door frame. "Korra? Do you have a moment?"
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Wiping the sweat off her brow with the towel around her shoulders, Korra’s tennis shoes made soft padding noises from the mat she had to cross. Her sports bra and shorts were her workout clothes, unlike her normal clothes she wore when she was teaching.
"Yeah Ryou, what’s up?" Smiling through the sweat, the more of it there was then the better the workout according to her. Every once in a while she poked her head out to see how his work was going, so she knew he wasn’t slacking off. In fact, knowing how he was so straight laced, he was probably done.
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Taking down the bottle, Korra chugged down almost half it down as she nodded. She took a breath of air after she finished and a quick look around the floor; wiping off the little bit of water of her lips. "Yeah, we can do those right now." Shaking the water bottle from side to side, she said. "Thanks."
Crouching down, she began to untie her shoes. "Barefoot works better." Though she’s normally partial to fighting with her boots from learning to fight in cold weather, it’s a habit Dinah had gotten her into.
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"Now remember you promised not to laugh very much," he reminded her.
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She took the towel off her shoulders and tossed it across the room into the bin and padded the mat with the balls of her feet. "Remind me to get you some training clothes. Those look like they might keep you from moving freely."
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"So... what should I do?"
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"Just stand the way you are, it’s the best place to start for self defense. No one walks around in a fighting position all the time, you know. Now just do what I do and once you get it down, I can show you what it’s for."
Giving a demonstration using just her arms, Korra repeated it a few times and was ready to correct Ryou if she needed to.
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Tucking his elbows in so his center was more guarded, Korra raised one arm and lowered the other. "There, that's more like it. And loosen up here. If you're too locked up, it'll give them an advantage."
Once he had, she demonstrated slowly so he could follow along.
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"Ah, like this? How does being locked up give anyone an advantage?" he asked innocently as he copied her movements, allowing an appropriately small measure of improvement.
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"The more rigid you are, the more your opponent can use that against you. You need to be firm, but loose enough to change into another position at any time. That goes for everything, not just joints." Korra leaned forward slightly, her knees locking in place.
"Never lock up your joints like this, you're asking for someone to break them." Then she bent them a little. "Now here, you lift up your leg if someone's trying for your feet." She bended her knee to lift her leg, and then stomp down onto the mat.
"Pretty simply stuff when you see it happen in a fight or sparring."
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"I can't say I've seen fighting at all as simple," he 'confessed'. "I've never been in a fight, thankfully. Well, ah. Not willingly."
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Once more she went through the motions with him.
"Just let me know if anyone’s bothering you here, okay?" If there’s one thing Korra doesn’t like, it’s a bully. Even though she could be a little bit of one at times.
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He flailed his hands at her question, breaking his formation. "Oh no, nothing like that here! Everyone's been very nice and helpful!"
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Her fights with Ava, Kyle, Batman, and Amon come to mind and she shook her head, as if the motion would make them dissolve.
"That’s good, but that’s everyone you met. Not everyone here." She reached over and put his hands back to formation.
"Just be careful about trusting people too much, okay?" The last thing she wanted to see was Ryou to end up catching the wrong impression of one of the foreigners. Namely Amon.
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He repeated the motion a few more times, carefully controlling the increment of improvement with (what seemed to him) agonizing slowness. "All right... what's the next step?"
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Really?
That smirk did grow into a smile as his improvement shone through.
"Next is the most important step. It's where you have to twist your attacker's wrist so you can push on their elbow. It forces them to the floor if done right."
Giving a demonstration of turning one hand and pushing her palm outwards above it, Korra did so slowly and bent at her knees so he could see where she would be directing her imaginary opponent to the floor.
"Then you push their arm into their shoulder and you have them pinned."
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"Oh... but won't that hurt someone?"
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Korra thrust her hip sharply forward on the side of her body that was mimicking holding the elbow while jerking her other hand towards her upper body.
"you can easily break their arm. So it’s best to stop applying pressure when they stop moving, when they would just end up hurting themselves."
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She raised an eyebrow and gave him a half smile.
"They can be healed, so don’t think too hard on it."
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"I suppose that's true," he allows dubiously, putting his hands up and mimicking the motion. "I'm not sure I'd have the stomach for it though."
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It felt like she was pushing him a little too hard, too fast and Korra didn’t want to turn him off to the idea of defending himself. "Gym’s clean and I think you can practice that one on your own now. Let’s close up and call it a day, what do you say?"
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