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xavier_institute2015-04-08 05:34 pm
presto_turn) wrote in xavier_institute2015-04-08 05:34 pm
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[Well, here's Shindou. He's really not on the network that often, is he? And, truth be told, he doesn't look entirely thrilled about it this time around...but that's only because he's been sitting here for the better part of an hour now, trying to figure out who to filter this posting to. (His team? The faculty? Ultimately, he just threw up his hands and left it public to everyone.)
"Here," by the way, is one of the training rooms off of the Institute's main gymnasium, all wrestling mats and punching bags and lots of space to move around. Shindou's claimed it for himself this afternoon, and he's crouched on one knee in his usual "Soccer kits count as a training uniform, right?" outfit.
In front of him, there's a long, black bō staff set out across the mat. He keeps looking down at it, as if trying to sort out his thoughts.]
I think I need a sparring partner.
[He totally doesn't sound enthusiastic about that. This is actually pretty uncomfortable. He looks back up and clears his throat. Maybe he should've waited 'til everyone stopped being excited about prom to ask this?]
That is -
I've been practicing something new in my defense classes lately, and...I need to see how it works in a serious situation. [Or, in other words: He needs someone willing to kick his butt. How do you even say that?] If there's anyone who'd be up for that, I can pay you back with help studying or something?
...Sorry, I know it's a strange request.
"Here," by the way, is one of the training rooms off of the Institute's main gymnasium, all wrestling mats and punching bags and lots of space to move around. Shindou's claimed it for himself this afternoon, and he's crouched on one knee in his usual "Soccer kits count as a training uniform, right?" outfit.
In front of him, there's a long, black bō staff set out across the mat. He keeps looking down at it, as if trying to sort out his thoughts.]
I think I need a sparring partner.
[He totally doesn't sound enthusiastic about that. This is actually pretty uncomfortable. He looks back up and clears his throat. Maybe he should've waited 'til everyone stopped being excited about prom to ask this?]
That is -
I've been practicing something new in my defense classes lately, and...I need to see how it works in a serious situation. [Or, in other words: He needs someone willing to kick his butt. How do you even say that?] If there's anyone who'd be up for that, I can pay you back with help studying or something?
...Sorry, I know it's a strange request.
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He's not sure what to expect from Flandre strength-wise, but getting his weapon stripped from him would be close to an immediate loss. And as long as he's armed and she isn't-exactly, he can afford to fight defensively.]
Are you sure, though...?
[Even if he's not going to do any serious serious damage, going to classes with a concussion or whatever could royally suck, and that doesn't seem outside the realm of possibility?
All the same, he steps around and sweeps for her legs, keeping the staff low to discourage another grab. There's a little more force behind the strike this time.]
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Yes- [Oop--that was coming for her knees now. Flandre abruptly stopped her advance to bounce backwards, narrowly avoiding getting her ankle tagged. That would hurt, regeneration regardless. Blocking things coming at her feet would be one of the few times she wished she did have a weapon.]
-I'll heal from anything you can hit me with before dinner.
[Well, slight exaggeration. But it seemed like he needed the reassurance more.
When the staff was clear of her knees, Flandre charged in again--faster, a kind of half-sprint with her shoulder up to hit him with.]