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re_alignment_logs2012-07-18 06:58 pm
winged_knight) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-07-18 06:58 pm
[Open] En Garde!
WHO: Wing and anyone
WHERE: One of the larger lower platforms in Vector's Quadrant.
WHEN: Now (Wing personally practices twice a week, anyone may join/visit.)
WHAT: Melee sparring sessions, hand-to-hand and weapons combat. Anyone may watch, participate, receive or offer instruction. Technique discussion welcome as well.
WARNINGS: None yet.
Just enough light from Prima's quadrant touches the network of crystal cables crisscrossing Vector's domain that they turn slightly golden. One wide hanging bridge connects the main approach to one of many large platforms, Vector's tower standing vigil farther behind it. The platform has little in the way of walls, barriers or guard rails, but it is quite large with ample room for several groups to occupy should they choose to. There's a section near the middle, bare except for a large ring on the ground formed from bits of rope and cable knotted together. There's what appears to be a makeshift sparring dummy constructed of various bits of junk nearby.
The knight begins with a warm-up kata, slow and measured with empty and open hands, his movements pushing and pulling with a grace something his size and made of metal would not be expected to have. The warm up eventually transitions into faster flowing movements, punctuated by stronger, tighter fisted and more aggressive movements. Finally it escalates to drawn weapons, their plasma charge singing in the air as the blades move around the jet's body in a combative type of dance.
In several centuries of study and practice, Wing has mastered several forms of martial combat. Offensive and defensive stances, evades, holds, throws, parries, feints, disengages, missile deflects, but most importantly, incapacitates. Using knowledge precisely and intentionally applied to debilitate but not kill one's opponent was a key element to upholding the Circle of Light's philosophy.
All this, and yet Wing has had opportunity to apply but a small portion of it in true combat.
It's time now to expand that into practical application and test it in a much more informal setting. Wing seeks to expand the breadth of his experience while offering a vast knowledge base teachable to others.
WHERE: One of the larger lower platforms in Vector's Quadrant.
WHEN: Now (Wing personally practices twice a week, anyone may join/visit.)
WHAT: Melee sparring sessions, hand-to-hand and weapons combat. Anyone may watch, participate, receive or offer instruction. Technique discussion welcome as well.
WARNINGS: None yet.
Just enough light from Prima's quadrant touches the network of crystal cables crisscrossing Vector's domain that they turn slightly golden. One wide hanging bridge connects the main approach to one of many large platforms, Vector's tower standing vigil farther behind it. The platform has little in the way of walls, barriers or guard rails, but it is quite large with ample room for several groups to occupy should they choose to. There's a section near the middle, bare except for a large ring on the ground formed from bits of rope and cable knotted together. There's what appears to be a makeshift sparring dummy constructed of various bits of junk nearby.
The knight begins with a warm-up kata, slow and measured with empty and open hands, his movements pushing and pulling with a grace something his size and made of metal would not be expected to have. The warm up eventually transitions into faster flowing movements, punctuated by stronger, tighter fisted and more aggressive movements. Finally it escalates to drawn weapons, their plasma charge singing in the air as the blades move around the jet's body in a combative type of dance.
In several centuries of study and practice, Wing has mastered several forms of martial combat. Offensive and defensive stances, evades, holds, throws, parries, feints, disengages, missile deflects, but most importantly, incapacitates. Using knowledge precisely and intentionally applied to debilitate but not kill one's opponent was a key element to upholding the Circle of Light's philosophy.
All this, and yet Wing has had opportunity to apply but a small portion of it in true combat.
It's time now to expand that into practical application and test it in a much more informal setting. Wing seeks to expand the breadth of his experience while offering a vast knowledge base teachable to others.
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"Wing. I just..." No. NO explanation would make it better. Wing was out of Drift's league and he'd had no right to touch him at all. Better to let the moment pass, so at least he could hold to the beautiful memory.
He nods, bracing himself, redrawing his swords. "I...uh I've tried to learn."
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But the confusion remains, and he looks back, casting his optics around Drift, searching, hopeful, wanting the rest of that statement but not knowing if he had the right to ask. So an offer instead, same as before. "I'll listen. Anytime. You want..."
The hint of a smile, because the other swordmech has learned a fair amount as far Wing could tell. "You're bright Drift, you've figured out most of the basics already for what I can see."
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He shrugs off the compliment. "Only thing I've ever been good at: violence. I'm at least trying to use it right this time. " Like you, he almost adds.
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Wing just wants to know, to understand Drift and his trials, his experiences both old and new. It was the stuff of friendship, which Wing wanted to claim regardless of what else they might become.
"It's true." The part about Drift being bright. It'd just been applied in very narrow fields. "You are. And I'm glad to see it. Maybe there's other things you're good at, you just don't know because you haven't had the opportunity to try."
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He's forgotten entirely about sparring, the weapons loose in his hands. "I'd...I don't even know where to start. Except this."
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Wing is not much better. He realizes now, that in their previous time together they did lots of talking, with words about the past, and with actions about values and choices.
Here, this, is talk of the future. One they're shaping. A future together. It strikes him so profoundly there's a bright glint in his optics.
"It's a place to start, you could always learn new things, styles, techniques that don't involve lethality. But beyond that there's a whole world of options. You have lots of time and freedom to discover them."
He cocks his head, curious, "Is there anything you've always wanted to do and couldn't?"
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"I don't...I mean, all I've ever done is try to survive." He grins. "Now I just want to make the world better, somehow." So...uh, right. How does he do that, Wing?
Oh GOD if Wing only knew.....
"I know. But there's the opportunity to do more than survive now. It's not out of your grasp to try to thrive. There are still challenges, but there's less keeping you down now than ever before." He smiles, because he really does want to see Drift happy and thriving.
"The world is a pretty big place, start with what you can reach. One person at a time if you have to."
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He tries a shy smile. One person? Does he get to pick? Because right now, Wing is pretty reachable....
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It could be anyone. But Drift is here, smiling at him. And that smile is the greatest of rewards, because to Wing it's a rare and beautiful thing. It reflects back at Drift with all of Wing's light. Grinning, he adds, "Familiar territory is not a bad place to start."
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No, it couldn't be anyone, not to Drift. "It's more than familiar. I owe you, Wing."
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A soft laugh as he ducks his head briefly. It's both humility and a bit of evasion, because he wants to assign interesting connotations to 'familiar' and 'territory.'
"Just knowing that it's meant so much to you. That alone is a great reward."