001 // Training

[hadronknight]

Who: Mordred [AU1] and You!
Where: Capricorn Ward (Central Park)
When: Whenever possible before the Grand Prix
Format: Commentspam, but I can adapt!
Summary: The Grand Prix is coming up, and who cares if he doesn't have a Persona, he's training for it anyways.


[Ever since that announcement on the COMP, Mordred had been spending quite a bunch of his time in this area, it might not be much, but something to get him moving tends to be enough when it comes to practicing his sword skills, especially considering the fact that he can't just spar with Arturia all the time, that'd just make him go into a routine of anticipating familiar moves rather than unfamiliar ones, which would pose a problem in a real fight.

Which would explain why he's alone, really. And just swinging his Katana around in what seemed to be someone swinging it wildly to passer-by, but what it really was just well.

Let's just say a katana isn't meant to be used in a Medieval Western way to put it as simply as possible.]

Comments

[greyerrant]

A huge armored figure is watching Mordred. And scowling under his helm.

[hadronknight]

The male does notice he's being watched, and while the scowl doesn't go unnoticed, he continued practicing his swings, with a form that doesn't exactly fit the eastern blade he's currently using. At least, until a certain point before he stopped, and turned towards the hulking figure.

"It isn't healthy keeping your complaints to yourself, good sir."

[greyerrant]

"You're using a single-edged blade incorrectly. Try using it more like a saber or a chainsword, it isn't a gladius or a broadsword."

[forkmylife]

I really don't think a public park is the right place for this.

[hadronknight]

I'd have preferred a private dojo, but there isn't one around, unfortunately.

[greatergone]

[Unfortunately, Kais is still not impressed. Swords are for barbarians, okay? Or rebels like Farsight.]

You're going to get hurt using a weapon like that.

[hadronknight]

Oh, it's you.

[Yeah, he remembers you from that time.]

[greatergone]

'La Kais. No 'you'.

[Just so you know.]

[operationbox]

[So far, Io has been able to get by using her own skills and demons alone - with them around, the few hostile encounters she's had didn't pose that much of a challenge. When she noticed this person training for something she realized that for all her experience with demons she's never seen anyone try swinging a weapon at them.

For now, she watches.]

[hadronknight]

[For a while, the male continued swinging it with precision, sure it wasn't the right way to use a weapon such as this, but you can tell that this man is sort of skilled judging by how he hasn't hurt a single thing despite how public a park actually is.

It doesn't take him long to notice the girl, though, upon which he stopped and gave her a small wave.]

Hello.

[operationbox]

Oh, I'm not getting in your way, am I?

[Io that is not how you greet people]

[tyrantball]

Desco's hiding behind a bench and watching you.

She's not really doing it very well, mind you, but what she lacks in stealth she makes up for in the sheer laserlike intensity of her gaze. She can't quite bring all of her eyes to bear on you, but she can at least position herself so that ten of them are focused in on you.

[hadronknight]

...?

For some reason, he felt that there's quite a lot of people staring at him, and yet oddly enough there's no one at a-

Ah, now he gets it.

"...You can come out, you know."

[tyrantball]

Desco levitates herself a little higher, floating right over the back of the bench, blushing beet-red all the while.

Words fail her right now, so she'll just give you a little wave.

[bearpuns]

I don't know if your beary good at that at all...

[hadronknight]

I'm not.

[Non-chalantly responding to that claim by stopping what he's been doing and turning to the person that said it.]

I'm merely training my stance with the only available weapon I have right now.

[bearpuns]

Do you want some help? I can use my claw!

[abmoemination]

No good, no good at all.

[ Did he expect some abomination to just show up suddenly? Even if he didn't, she's up in a tree with a "staff" with a couple of tennis balls hanging from it. Squatting down on a branch she leans over to shake it towards him threateningly. ]

You need to swing like you're playing basketball.

[hadronknight]

...Like playing a basketball?

[...The term is not lost on him, but that's certainly a strange metaphor on how to handle a one-handed sword, to be honest.]

[dreamprotector]

[Well, Riku has expressed his interest and given most recent announcements he really ought to follow up on it; he might not participate, but... it never hurts to be prepared right?

He doesn't seem to carry a weapon when he approaches, hands stuffed into his coat pockets, frowning lightly as he turns his head to search for his hopefully-sparring-partner-to-be, frowning when he recognizes him.

...He may be far from an expert, but he is pretty sure that's not how you are supposed to swing a weapon like that.]

...You look like you could use some practice with that.

[And well... that's what they are here for.]

[hadronknight]

That, I certainly do.

[He answered as the swing immediately stopped in mid-air as he lowered his arms, the blade resting on his left arm as he turned towards the newcomer.]

I've never used a one-handed weapon often, to be honest.

[Which totally is grounds to save up for a two-handed weapon at the very least before the tournament actually starts.]

[maybe_a_king]

[Uncle why? She gets secondhand embarrassment every time she sees him use a katana that way. She knows very well the way he is actually using it, but comparing his technique to Taiga's she knows very well he's using it the wrong way.

Still, his niece doesn't say anything and instead approaches him, a bag of Chinese takeout in one hand and her shiny new chainsword from Garviel in the other. He should know about it. She basically didn't shut up about getting a real sword since it was given to her, even if she still plans on buying a proper broadsword once she saves up the money. Nice as the chainsword is, it doesn't feel quite like it suits her too well.]

Would you like some lunch, Uncle?

[hadronknight]

[Busted by his own niece. He totally didn't tell her where she's training, but the grass on his suit she found from these last few days probably clued her in on where he's been training. AND HEY THIS IS TOTALLY A LEGIT WAY TO DO IT OKAY...!

...He's going to stop and regard her with a nod. (Not that he's okay with her carrying a chainsword, but she insisted and he's kinda too lenient with her.)]

...I suppose now would be a good time for a break.

[faustianphantom]

[Ciel watches Mordred with faint curiosity. He crosses his arms over his chest and exhales.]

I take it that you don't know the rules of Fencing.

[hadronknight]

[Well, he's kind of used to the weird stares and comments about his sword style, so he's going to just respond with:]

I am not.

[Because he had never been interested in the sport, nor is he familiar with the art of it himself.]