I've made a huge mistake

[amonfire]

Characters: Amon & A LOT OF PEOPLE
Date: June 15th - June 23rd
Location: All over the place in Earth and Water. Primarily his clinic in Earth sector, the Green Lantern base in EA-3B, and various places in the Water sector.
Situation: After this and this. An all-encompassing log for the bulk of June to cover the coordination of Amon's plans to start training non-powered/otherwise defenceless foreigners. Will be making character-specific starter threads tonight. PM or plurk for starter thread, or comment.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing yet, but subject to change.

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06/15 WA-1C; Closed to Dinah Lance

[amonfire]

[ Amon was beginning to feel more and more like a ghost in the sector he called home. The longer hours he took in addition to everything else going on left him precious little free time and less and less of it was spent at home. The Water sector felt almost foreign any time he managed to make it back out here. Fortunately, it hadn't been so long that he had difficulty finding Dinah's apartment. The suite buildings themselves were closer enough that he hadn't the need to worry over getting lost, or worse, being late.

He knocked on her door after a moment spent ruminating if he should keep the mask on. While he relied on it to alienate others from him and had even made wearing it simply habitual, he did want to form some level of cooperation with this woman. Ultimately, however, he left it on. There was more than enough foreigners more eccentric than him for it to be a problem. ]

[raptorcanaria]

Amon?

[Dinah calls out the name not to be paranoid it might be someone else, but because she can't quite make it to the door right away and she wants to assure him that she's heard it. She's been moving some furniture around in her suite in order to clear a space to work out in, so it takes a second before she stops dragging on a chair and opens the door.

She doesn't mind the mask in the least - half her friends run around in masks and she acknowledges them as a valid personal choice. For herself, she's opted not to go the uniform route today, and is just dressed comfortably in clothes she can move in.]

Hi, come on in.

[A gesture leads him down into the open living area, now with chairs nestled in one half of the room.]

Can I get you something to drink?

[amonfire]

Pardon? [ He slipped in through the doorway and paused momentarily; he was taken aback by the friendly hospitality. There was also the expectation that never went unfulfilled that the mask would inspire some reservation or cool reception. Must be a costumed crusader thing to overlook these things. ]

No, but thank you. I would rather get right into it if you don't mind.

[raptorcanaria]

Of course.

[People can be so focused when they're still masked. Dinah's used to it, but she never sees the point. So she forgoes the small talk and the drink offer.]

You want to go straight into planning or would you rather compare styles on the floor so we know what we're working with?

[Should she be sitting or fighting, is the question.]

[amonfire]

[Amon nodded in replyy accompanied with a stiff bow; he never had much room or really the capacity to indulge all the preamble that came with social interaction. ]

If we became more accustomed with each other's methods first then coming up with an organised training regime would be that much more simpler. Perhaps you have the room to...?

june 15th, ea-3b

[onefouroneseven]

( Soranik was unsure of where the Lanterns stood - where she stood - with Amon. Tarrlok's warning was well and good, as well as Amon's own admittance to his actions - and both didn't sit well with her in practice, although she more than understood the motivations behind it.

Lessons under her roof meant that not only could she participate in it and keep an eye on him in the event of any sudden change in heart. After leading Amon up to the second level, Soranik dismissed the shields she and Kyle had erected to keep others out. )

The console is on this floor if you need to make any announcements. ( a gesture to it and the small kitchen area ) We will be happy to move all the furniture to the side to give you a clear space.

[amonfire]

I can bring in mats and practice dummies fashioned out of the plastic lab skeletons I have collecting dust in the clinic stock room. Once we make room, of course.

[ He hadn't worn his mask, and made a point of removing it whenever he was under their roof. There was an unspoken courtesy he had offered Kyle when last they met that he would at the very least be open with his intentions in these lessons and that certain obligations were to be met if he wanted their cooperation. While he'd taken his mask off here far more times than he had ever while in Republic City, it still never felt right. It sat wrong and he felt exposed like a raw nerve.

Even now, he felt as if Soranik was staring at him more intently then when last they met. He feigned disinterest when he droned, ]

Is there something on my face, Dr. Natu?

[onefouroneseven]

Those will suffice - should you need more, Kyle and I will be able to provide constructs.

( It's strange to see Amon without that boundary she'd come to associate with him - but a gesture she acknowledges and respects. Not that Soranik means to study his facial features so intently, and once he mentioned it, she has the decency to break her gaze. )

Not at all. Only there are some key features of your bone structure that I feel I have seen elsewhere.

[amonfire]

Rayner was kind enough to provide a demonstration when we had tested how electrical weapons would perform as a construct. Between that and what you did during the satellite crash, then I'd imagine those would be invaluable.

[ While the exact nature of the lantern ring technology eluded him; he knew the best way to get information was to bide his time and allow it to come out on its on. Curiosity wasn't a risk he was willing to take with them.

He was surprised to receive more than a joking response to his earlier prodding. Clearly she was just hazy on the obvious. ]

You've met my brother.

[onefouroneseven]

Those of the Corps tend to think so, yes.

( There's a small flash of an upwards twist of her mouth before it's gone. She may not have wanted her ring at first, considered it cursed, and wished to distance herself from it as much as possible - but now? Now it was just as much a part of her as it was any other Lantern.

His brother is the obvious answer, and while she'd considered it, Soranik wasn't convinced. )

In passing, and only through the network. ( A shake of her head as she looks from her ring back to him. ) No, not that similar, unless I simply caught an unfavorable glimpse due to not meeting him in person.

--> the 17th.

[cowled]

[Bruce has a vested interest in the idea of chi-blocking martial arts being taught to civilians, so of course he sees to it to get invited to a session.

He doesn't disprove of Kyle's supporting Amon, but he doesn't like it, either. Even if theoretically he... tolerates the Lantern's judgement, as a group they've rarely demonstrated the best of judgement, and old habits, as they say, die hard.

So here he is, casually dressed (for him, which involves a turtleneck and a pair of slacks) observing the proceedings. He doubts there's anything Amon could teach him he doesn't already know, but he wants to make sure any information being passed on isn't being abused, and the best way to do that is tag everyone who's attending and stalk them like a fucking creeper.]

[amonfire]

Ah! Mr. Wayne, surprised to see you here.

[ Amon moved unnaturally fast when it pleased him, and was already five or so feet shy of standing next to Bruce. A commonality (unknowingly) shared between the two men was a tendency to pop up in random corners of their environment they mostly definitely weren't in before. As if they were some phantom moving in the blink of an eye with every stay movement of light reshaping the shadows on the walls. ]

[cowled]

I couldn't help but stop by. This is quite the set-up you've got.

[If he's surprised at the suddenness of Amon's presence, he doesn't show it. It's obliviousness, tried and true. Bruce just gives him a bright smile and the slightest wave of one hand.

But on a more intrinsic level, he's studying him. Amon is no more than a metahuman, and his abilities are not uncommon even in Gotham. The speed, the silence with which he moves, those are learned skills, things that have to be trained for and practiced ritualistically. It takes dedication, willpower, and strength, any one of which would make him a formidable enemy. The trifecta, when combined, make him dangerous.

Nothing he hasn't faced before, if necessary. But he would rather not make enemies unnecessarily.]

18/6; EA-3B

[imaginate]

[He keeps an eye on Amon's students. He can't not; even if he agrees with the self-defence aspect of it. There was always... an uneasiness Kyle had around personas (masks) that were completely created. You could not tell where the person stopped and the ideal began. The revolution had been largely bloodless for which Kyle was... grateful. There was enough war and pain as it was.]

[He'd had his fill of being an ideal, of course, and so had Amon. He was still Amon, to Kyle, because he hadn't been granted permission to use the other name, even if he'd seen the other face. Kyle could be optimistic when it came to people changing, but he also wasn't stupid.]

[It's after one of the lessons that he leans against the doorframe, curiously watching people file out, and then he approaches Amon.]

How's it coming?

[amonfire]

[ Amon looks out onto the the floor of the building that had been converted into a sort of gym for his students to practice with their instructors in reasonable numbers without feeling crowded. It was surreal to be doing this out in the open, in broad daylight without fear of prosecution or another night raid that served as proof Republic City's finest had a knack for going after the wrong people.

Not surreal enough that he didn't lose all sense of tight-wound paranoia that he found his hands gripping the stairwell landing tighter when he heard Kyle approach. You won't find enemies under this roof he repeated to himself even thought every second that ticked by was a flame trailing down a fuse that would explode a powder keg set under the closet where he kept all of his skeletons.

Would Kyle be this accommodating, this understanding, if he knew all of Amon's dirty secrets in light of the simple truths such as how he fought to keep his revolution as bloodless as possible? Only time would tell, but that did little to heal his troubled mind. ]

They're eager and apprehensive all at the same time. I have no interest in teaching all of them chi-blocking, especially those who are struggling with the basics. However I find myself admiring their progress.

[ He strummed his fingers on the railing. ]

Trouble on your end?

[imaginate]

[The small show of fear doesn't escape him. It doesn't anger him either: if one used fear against others it was only a matter of time before it came back to bite them (like the Bats, except he would firmly insist they were on the side of the angels). He feels... saddened, honestly. That people are forced into corners so much that they resort to such desperate measures. It shouldn't have happened.]

[But it did. The principle, he agreed with, and he could help figure out a better way to implement it.]

None. [Strange, I was expecting some.] You're doing a lot of good, a lot of them could use the instruction, especially the women. In my world they're discouraged from learning how to fight back.

june 21

[saisamour]

[The encounter with Korra still shook him a little, even if it happened yesterday. He had attempted his best to cast the memory of it aside, but ever so often it returned to nag him in the back of his mind, and he did not know for how long he would be able to keep his questions to himself.

Nonetheless, he never failed to report to the clinic for work and continued to stay for his chi-blocking training. He wasn't very good at it, but he certainly did not want to give up so quickly and turn down Amon's gracious offer.]

[amonfire]

Marius.

[ Amon, unaware to his assistant and something of a protégé's run in with Korra, didn't look up from his desk and mess of paper's when he heard him come in. ]

We're holding off on lessons today; I'm afraid my hands are tied with getting the kedan burn victims out back on the streets. You might need to stay late and help with out-processing.

[ Looking up, there was an incredulous look to his eyes visible even behind his mask. ]

You look pale.

[saisamour]

[His eyebrows raised at that, as he did not pay any particular attention to his appearance prior to arriving; was he really that obvious?]

It... It is nothing to worry yourself over, monsieur.

[For a moment he simply stood, shifting nervously on the balls of his feet. He took a deep breath then, looking as if he was about to say something, but then closed his mouth and averted his eyes, turning slightly away.]

I shall begin immediately.

[amonfire]

Marius

[ Amon repeated his name, louder but not harsher, and punctured with laying a heavy hand on the desk that separated them with a dull thud. Following it was a deafening, rhythmic dirge that carried in the way Amon strummed his fingers on the hard wood of his desk.

Even the blind could pick up on Marius' incessant fidgeting better suited to schoolboys caught doing something they shouldn't, or the nervous child hiding something from a strict parent. ]

You're lying.

[saisamour]

[There's an almost imperceptible flinch at the thud, and then his adam's apple bobs as he gulps involuntarily, and then he glances to one side in a deliberate attempt to avoid Amon's eyes.]

I... I am sorry.

[He feels guilty and a little bit silly that he had attempted to avoid the subject in the first place. But how does one go about asking, 'did you truly attempt to kill a young lady?' in an inoffensive manner?]

It's, ah... [He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he grasps for words.] Monsieur, do you... perhaps know of a lady who goes by the name of Korra?

[Not that she had acted particularly ladylike, but.]

06/18 lessonse

[bindsthedead]

[It was fading. Even simple spells that should have been as simple as snapping her fingers were starting to drain her, though actual physical exertion felt the same as it always had and she took some comfort in that.

Still, this was like learning to use a sword all over again- new stances and movements to etch into her muscle memory, and she was glad for the distraction.]

[amonfire]

[ The waning in the extraordinary that defined most of the foreign populace that befell them like a miasma was the giant elephant koi in the room between that hadn't been addressed since their last...conversation. Amon thought it better for the both of them if they concentrated on more practical pursuits then allowing for more tears spilt over something he had any control over, or much care for.

Of course Sabriel and the others appreciated Amon biting his tongue when it came to his uncensored opinion of the situation. ]

Your form is good, but not for what you're trying to accomplish. [ He moved behind her and readjusted her arms. ] Guard your center, and elbows tucked.

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel didn't object to avoiding the topic- although she barely stopped herself from jerking back as Amon touched her and took a deep breath.]

Thank you. [Sabriel's smile was faint, and rather forced, but it was there nonetheless. She threw a few experimental punches, bringing her arms back to the new guard position.]

Like this?

[amonfire]

Ah- [ His hands were off her the moment she resisted. Neither of them were terribly keen on repeating old quarrels, even superficially. Quietly he admitted that she was better company when they weren't debating magic and the like. ]

You need to remove yourself from this swordsmen mentality; you need to be prepared to dodge, not parry.