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come_sailaway2022-09-07 11:26 am
saltwaterlungs) wrote in come_sailaway2022-09-07 11:26 am
Entry tags:
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- ikemen sengoku: nobunaga oda,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- our flag means death: stede bonnet,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the black phone: vance hopper,
- the prisoner: number 6
Pack it up, pack it in,
CHARACTERS: Darcy, and YOU?!
DATE: First half of September prior to the event
LOCATION: Sports deck
SITUATION: A pirate-sponsored fight club for the sake ofbeating the shit out of each other bettering each other
WARNINGS: It’s a fight club. Violence is to be expected.
Fliers go up around the ship, as they so often do. This time put up with a reasonable amount of tape and written in a much less flowery hand than people would expect, the announcement ‘FIGHT CLUB TUESDAY EVENINGS SPORTS DECK: MAKE FRIENDS AND THEN HIT THEM’.
Anyone going to the sport’s deck after 7pm for the Tuesdays before the excursion will find tennis court set up for an impromptu fight club. There’s a notebook with a pen off to one side as a sign-in sheet, and a small list of rules written in the same handwriting as the fliers.
-No killing or dying
-Respect tapping out
-If you’re learning, respect your teacher/s
-If you’re teaching, respect your student/s
-Cause problems, get kicked out
Off to the sidelines, Darcy can be found supervising, keeping an eye out for any issues.
In one corner is supplies for fencing and swordplay. Three protective jackets, mesh masks, and blunt training sabers in a loose pile, plus whatever weaponry people themselves supply. There’s a circular arena drawn out on the ground, with a narrower fencing piste drawn through the middle of it.
For those more inclined to hand-to-hand combat, a couple of the punching bags from the gym have been dragged out onto the court, along with focus-pads and a couple of long strips of bandages bandages to wrap one’s hands with. An arena has been drawn out, about the right dimensions for a boxing ring.
Over on the furthest side- deliberately angled to face off the ship- there’s a makeshift shooting range consisting of a bunch of water bottles and some mannequins from the Tommy Bahama laid out as targets to shoot at. A line has been drawn on the ground, presumably to stand behind when shooting.
Right in the middle of everything is an arena marked out for no clear purpose, with no equipment nearby. It can probably be presumed that this is somewhere for people to spar, or more likely, show off in front of everyone.
DATE: First half of September prior to the event
LOCATION: Sports deck
SITUATION: A pirate-sponsored fight club for the sake of
WARNINGS: It’s a fight club. Violence is to be expected.
I came to win
Fliers go up around the ship, as they so often do. This time put up with a reasonable amount of tape and written in a much less flowery hand than people would expect, the announcement ‘FIGHT CLUB TUESDAY EVENINGS SPORTS DECK: MAKE FRIENDS AND THEN HIT THEM’.
Anyone going to the sport’s deck after 7pm for the Tuesdays before the excursion will find tennis court set up for an impromptu fight club. There’s a notebook with a pen off to one side as a sign-in sheet, and a small list of rules written in the same handwriting as the fliers.
-No killing or dying
-Respect tapping out
-If you’re learning, respect your teacher/s
-If you’re teaching, respect your student/s
-Cause problems, get kicked out
Off to the sidelines, Darcy can be found supervising, keeping an eye out for any issues.
Battle me that's a sin
In one corner is supplies for fencing and swordplay. Three protective jackets, mesh masks, and blunt training sabers in a loose pile, plus whatever weaponry people themselves supply. There’s a circular arena drawn out on the ground, with a narrower fencing piste drawn through the middle of it.
I won't ever slack up
For those more inclined to hand-to-hand combat, a couple of the punching bags from the gym have been dragged out onto the court, along with focus-pads and a couple of long strips of bandages bandages to wrap one’s hands with. An arena has been drawn out, about the right dimensions for a boxing ring.
Punk you better back up
Over on the furthest side- deliberately angled to face off the ship- there’s a makeshift shooting range consisting of a bunch of water bottles and some mannequins from the Tommy Bahama laid out as targets to shoot at. A line has been drawn on the ground, presumably to stand behind when shooting.
Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up
Right in the middle of everything is an arena marked out for no clear purpose, with no equipment nearby. It can probably be presumed that this is somewhere for people to spar, or more likely, show off in front of everyone.
no subject
Similar to piano and French and pretty much every other skill he presumably has, there's a lot of understanding fundamentals before starting anything resembling the actual skill. Half of swordplay is learning how not to eat shit and fall on your face, after all, so she runs him through footwork and stances until they become natural, like holding one's hands in the right position for piano. Then she moves onto guards.
Darcy's a surprisingly good teacher. Patient, methodical. Stops for water without prompting. Doesn't withhold praise but doesn't coddle either, talks through the 'why' of what she's teaching with the sort of confidence that can only come from obsession with a subject. Really if Phil's seen her come alive anywhere, it's here; she's electric and calm all at once. Darcy flits between physics in the center of gravity and momentum of strikes, psychology in keeping calm and working with the mind of an opponent, some basic history in the development of fencing styles.
Eventually she seems to remember that Phil is a mortal person without her conditioning, and she stops somewhat abruptly, grabbing a towel to dry her forehead off with. ]
Okay- I think that's it for today, we're probably getting to the point where you're not going to hold onto anything else. Feel okay?
no subject
By the end, he's well winded, but he held up well; even if he had to take breaks more often, he did his best to keep up the same level of effort and focus. He grabs for a towel as well and takes a seat nearby with a thump. ]
I'm fine, [ he says. ] Not about the sword thing. I mean, of course you are, I mean teaching. [ Phil takes a quick drink of his water bottle. ] Very... I dunno, legible? Clear.