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Hobo Pixi rolled 8 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 2, 2, 4, 1, 4, 1
Total: 19 (8-32)
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 Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 2:21 pm
Lip stood at the entrance of the course again, taking a deep breath before starting his next run...trying to keep his focus. A slit grin crossed his face when he dodged all but three trees this round. He still needed to dodge a few more trees before completing the course.. Lip turned, ready to face the course again.
[+5.....7/10
round 2]
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Hobo Pixi rolled 8 4-sided dice:
1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4
Total: 18 (8-32)
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 2:37 pm
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 8 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 1, 3, 4, 3, 1, 1
Total: 16 (8-32)
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 9:15 pm
Carefully, she watched her classmates as they ran the course. Unfortunately for Preacher, watching was nowhere near the same as doing. With a few solid thuds and several branch collisions. On the ground, she wiped a thin trickle of blood from her cheek: a parting gift from a particularly snappy branch. No, not good enough. All she had left to give was herself, her hands, her body to the military, and by walls, she would make herself worth their while.
2/8 dodged
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 8 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3
Total: 16 (8-32)
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 9:16 pm
Preacher spat on the ground and stared up at the trees. They were large, dwarfing her even more than some of her fellow students. She felt a fierce light burn in her chest, a determination. Abruptly, she launched herself into the air, skidding off of the first tree. Splinters flew around her and she blinked, narrowly missing the thick trunk of an oak.
6/8 dodged
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 8 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 4, 1, 3, 3, 2, 1
Total: 19 (8-32)
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 9:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 2:24 pm
There were aches, and creaks, and groans, and moans from the trainee's who had passed the last test in the previous week. Bruises were still present, and ripening from the bludgeoning they'd received from gaining some experience with using the 3DMG, and making their acquaintance with numerous trees. Dr. Gru had his hands full with quite a few patients who had suffered the unpleasantries of such rigorous training. But the patient doctor got those in need all patched up for the next bought of brutal work! It was safe to say that the crew of greenhorns were a bit worn down.. but there was no rest for the weary! well, not a whole lot, at least. It was on to the next weeks testing!
As the trainess dragged themselves to the field to meet their instructors for what was on the agenda, many were given a jolt from the booming voice that carried over even the furthest of distances... most likely the reason for why a flock of birds suddenly burst from a clump of trees, too. It was Baldy, no doubt about it. Barking at the sluggish members taking too long for his liking to join with those that were already there, a pep was seen in the steps of some of them, while a couple even stumbled from the shock. But eventually, everyone was round up. Standing at the massive mans side was Gazelle, her blank, disinterested expression staring into the crowd of the students, but at no one in particular.
The speech given was your typical sort from the impressive giant that was Santos, powerful voice unable to be unheard by anyone in the vicinity of the camps territory, emotions both contradicting and unnerving to the words spoken, laced with a flare to them that was able to make one feel unsettled and... probably a bit confused. However the gist was there. Two elongated, steel blades were torn out of the rectangle cartridges resting on either of his thighs, the shaped metal gleaming and shining under the caress of the suns rays. Gazelle gave a mild berth to the boisterous instructor, who proceeded in a series of thrusts, swings, jabs, and slashes with the dual blades. Orders of the detailed variety were shouted throughout... in essence showing the youths what sorts of key moves they should be practicing.
Stopping suddenly, with a dramatic pose to boot, Santos slowly gathered himself, and smoothed a large calloused hand over his glistening skull, as though smoothing back luscious locks... before the yelling resumed. The trainee's were to be split into pairs to work on their swordsmanship, and help one another execute their form, from what'd been witnessed by the great Baldy. He would walk around, keeping tabs, as well as performing further examples of the various moves. Not only that, but the weight, length, and the art of dual wielding were traits that the young bloods needed to be accustomed to.
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Once the basics of the blade dancing was grasped, and the participants were able to have a better feel for handling them, they would be then given the attention of Gazelle. Further off to the side, there were a couple of benches out, all containing small boxes with small tubs of cleaners, and cloths. Arms folded behind her back, she stood at attention, giving clear instruction to the arm-weary soldiers in training. Their gear was of grave importance, another extension of their own bodies, and thus required annual upkeep to remain in tip top condition.
Gazelle performed a demonstration of how to carefully and perfectly check each part of ones 3DMG, and what to look for should something be awry. And of course how to fix it. She held a sort of tenderness to the way she cleaned every nook and cranny flawlessly, thoroughly, and without hesitation; clearly showing her experience. And while she may have held her usual bland, emotionless tone of voice, there was definitely evidence of her dedication towards caring for her equipment.
Straightening up, her attention veered to her pupils, as an arm extended in gesture for them to take part in it as well. The blades, gas cylinders, operating device, and body of the device, along with anything that interacted with the gear had to be always perfect, eagerly awaiting to be used by their human partners.
Week 3 Guidelines-For this week you will have an RP partner. In order to pass, you will simply need to interact with them for both portions of the testing: blade work, and gear upkeep. At the top of your posts, please indicate which portion you are on with either [ Blades ] or [ Matienence . Just so I can identify easier. -You have a week to respond to both portions, anything later will not be accepted. -Please only post your character if they've gotten this far along. -Please PM me with any questions! PairsPreacher + Lillian Lip + Larisa Chris + Hwan Jeong + Hazel Martino + Amalia Zinnia + Yesenia End time will be September 22nd at 11:59PM EDT
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 4:32 pm
[ Blades ]
"Hwan, please no crazy tricks this time. This time you really could kill yourself." Jeong muttered quietly to his doppelganger beside him. Watching the blades with an uncertain feeling, Jeong listened to Santos and did his best to take in all of the information. These blades would be their life lines out beyond the walls and needed to be handled with respect. Glinting in the sun, the metal slid through the air with a sleek precision in the demonstrations, graceful and powerful. Aspiring to be just as skilled with them, Jeong accepted his pair from the staff handing them out and began to test the weight.
"Huh? Oh you again!" His head jerked up as his name was read off to be paired with a familiar name. Spotting the blonde braided girl in the crowd, he gave her a grin while letting her come over. Leading them a little distance to the side so they'd have space to practice with the blades, he hoped no one would injure their partner in today's exercises. It was kind of alarming to be trusted with the weapons without any extra round of practice wielding a sword before but he wasn't about to mention it to Santos. No, they would just have to make do and try to look competent.
"So, we should start with just the basics for now. Focus on coordination and not dropping things." Jeong chuckled, suggesting their first plan of action. He did not feel comfortable sword fighting with the girl for many reasons, inexperience being the main one. It was possible she'd learned a few moves before coming here but he really doubted it. You could find swords for cheap if you wanted but there wasn't much need for them inside the walls, plus the good quality ones were much more expensive. Shaking his thoughts from his mind, he nodded back to Hazel and began practicing a few swings at one of the nearby trees. It was odd to get used to, since he'd only ever done fist fight combat before, but a skill he knew he'd revisit many times from here on out.
"What do you think? Getting used to it?" Twenty five marks in the tree later (don't kill him Larisa!) and Jeong glanced over at his partner to see how she was faring. He still couldn't help but notice how skinny she was and worry if she was eating alright. Did she have the strength to kill titans in that tiny little body? She'd managed to do alright in their hand combat training but humans were weaker than the monsters that awaited them.
"Say... don't take this badly or anything but what's a girl like you doing here?" He didn't mean it as a sexist comment so hopefully she'd see that. But he did wonder what her goal or motivation was to be in the military. She clearly felt strongly enough to stick around. After his talk with Galacie and the others, he found himself wanting to learn more about everyone's stories and see who the people he'd be fighting alongside were.
Thalea Kickstarting us in the blades section, if that's alright! And if you need me to edit anything, let me know! Sorry for all the edits, was fixing something for Yama.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 4:46 pm
[Blades - Amalia]Amalia paid close attention to the blade work of Santos Baldy. She needed to master this if she was to join the Military Police. And then the instructions were done, and she headed off to her designated partner. Walking up, she gave Martino a wave. "Hey. Let's get started."Taking into her hands the twin blades, she copied Santos as closely as she could, swinging, hacking, and slashing at an imaginary foe.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 4:48 pm
[ Blades ]
"I know that." There was that annoying teacher voice of Jeong's again that Hwan hated. He knew his brother was right but did he have to scold him right now when he was trying to get in a good mindset? He stuck his tongue out at Jeong before turning to look through the crowd for his assigned partner. Christopher Reinhart, huh? Upon finding the other boy, Hwan looked at him curiously.
"Hey, I'm Hwan-jae. You can call me Hwan." He offered his hand with a friendly grin and shook the purple hair boy's. "This should be fun, huh?" Picking up a pair of blades he tested the weight of them in his hands. This was it! He was finally getting closer to joining the scouts. All he had to do was master these and he'd be able to protect Jeong and his loved ones. He sort of wondered what the other boy thought of all this though, knowing that not everyone was as interested in the Scouting Legion as he was.
He took a step back to try one of the moves Santos had just showed them by thrusting forward and slicing quickly from one side to the other. The visual of the nape of a titan's neck before him, he'd just delivered the killing blow! It would be something he'd have to practice to get down perfectly but hard work didn't scare him.
"Ha! Whatcha think? Pretty good?" Confidant in his abilities, he completed a few more basic strikes, trying to follow his brother's advice not to test his luck with the flashier stuff yet. He looked to Chris, obviously very pleased with himself and interested in seeing if the freckled boy was good at this too. It was too bad he had some sort of strap on his head to keep those specs in place, it might've been funny if they'd flown off his head, but at least it meant the guy was smart.
"Sorry I'm so jazzed about this, I'm just really pumped to join the Scouts. What about you?" He tried to start up some conversation with Chris, not having much of a clue who he was or where he came from. He could've sworn he'd heard the name Reinhart before during his time in Trost before joining the academy but couldn't place why.
leon_a_darkangel If you'd like me to remove the part about Reinhart, let me know and I can. I figure since the twins briefly lived in Trost, maybe he saw one of their carriages once or read something in the news about the business being sold but can leave it out if you'd like.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 4:57 pm
[Blades]
As the class was ordered into pairs again, Larisa quickly moved over towards the boy she'd been assigned this time. She felt a little uncertain about having a partner for an exercise like this, because there was always the risk that a blade might go astray and hurt someone, but hopefully they'd make it through alright! Smiling a bit nervously, she shifted her grip on the blades she'd been given and nodded to him. "Hi, I'm Larisa. I guess we're partners today! These are, um, a little heavier than they look, don't you think? I guess we'll get used to them the more we train!"
Making sure she had enough distance that Lip was in no danger at all from her, she lifted her blades and swiped at the air a couple times, trying to get a handle on that weight. "I, um, I've never even held swords before now, I don't think, so I doubt I'll be very good. So let's make sure we don't get too close, just in case! It'd be horrible if I accidentally cut you, or you might accidentally cut me, and then it'd be back to the nurse station and I've been there so often lately I don't even know what I'd-"
The blonde blinked, cutting herself off and taking a deep, calming breath. No need to be nervous, she wasn't going to hurt anyone. "So, um, do you want to go through some of the attacks together, then? I think he started like this..." Hesitantly and slowly, she began going through the motions she remembered Santos performing. There'd been a jab, and he'd swung like this? Was her form right? She glanced uneasily back at Lip to see if he was going along with her.
Hobo Pixi Hope that's an alright start for you!
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 7:53 am
[Blades]The blue-haired trainee listened carefully to Santos's speech, hoping that she wouldn't be picked out to be yelled at in particular. She watched in amazement as he seemed to dance with his blades; could she ever hope to move that fast? Finally, they started calling names. Zinnia's eyes landed on the gray-haired young woman when she heard her and her partner's name called out. Once they were released, Zin pulled a pair of blades from her cartridges and approached her. "Hi. Yesenia, right? I'm Zin. These are... a bit heavier than I expected!" she laughed. Still, it would be a serious problem if she didn't build up more arm and core muscle strength. The cartridges felt clunky and clumsy. Somehow, she'd have to learn to fight gracefully and naturally with her equipment. "Well, time to get started I guess," she said, trying to mimic the stance that Santos had used.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 9:24 am
[Blades - Yesenia]The grey haired girl spent less time paying attention to Santos than wondering if the man really wore frilly pink panties. She knew he had them in his drawer, but did he actually wear them? She was broken out of her thoughts as her name was called. Grinning, she called out to Zin. "Yo, pigtails!" She, too, pulled the blades from the cartridge, with relatively greater ease than the blue haired girl. "Aw, come on! It's not that bad!" Yesenia hefted the blades to show off her point. Hehe, point.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 10:18 am
[Blades]Zin steeled herself, doing her best not to disappoint Yesenia after her declaration that the swords weren't too heavy. She did her best to mimic Santos's movements, swinging the blades at an imaginary target. She couldn't move as quickly as the instructor, nor with such fluid grace, but she had a good eye and was already beginning to use the right technique. All she felt, however, was rather sore in the shoulders. "Just gotta keep practicing," she said, more to herself than anyone else. Still, she couldn't suppress a smile; here she was, playing with swords. How cool was that?
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 11:29 am
[Blades - Yesenia]Yesenia didn't bother to try to mimic Santos' movements - she hadn't been paying attention anyway. Instead, she mostly just waved them around like an idiot, thankfully not near anyone else.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 3:43 pm
[ Blades ]It took Chris a moment to decide what to make of the other as he and his brother exchanged banter. His younger sisters looked nearly identical, so the occurrence to him wasn’t entirely unfeasible. According to his mental records, he’d possibly seen them around Trost a time or two. It was hard to be certain really, and didn’t stop him from shaking the others hand once offered. He listened to his name-sake introduction and inclined his head to the other in agreement. “It should prove interesting at the very least.” The other boy agreed, with some amount of reluctance not sharing the others enthusiasm. He was more worried about slicing his finger off in truth. “I’m Chris.” He offered before releasing the others hand, he lowered his grasp going to withdraw his blades from the sheathes at his side. The teen waited a moment before trying his luck with a few slices, studying Santos closely, with an inquisitive look in his golden eyes then to the cocky youth beside him as he mimic’s the exercise. When the other asked how he was doing Chris nodded at him. “Hm..Not bad no. Have you ever used a weapon before?” His brow furrowed, having never done so himself he grasped the blades giving them a slice or two experimentally first to test their weight. Glad for his spec’s being in place, not having to adjust them like usual in class (even if it was tacky) it served its purpose. A few slices there, and a quick upper cut and he felt almost like he knew what he was doing. It wasn’t as fluid as the instructors’ movements, but he at least gave him the confidence to try a slash followed by a quick swing to test his arm strength. He nearly stumbled over his own footing right himself and looking casual, the look on his face was a warning for the other not to laugh. Even if he wasn’t all that entirely embarrassed, it was awkward learning how to duel wield, but with any amount of practice he’d get the hang of it. The fact the other had said he wished to join the Scouts of all things had the color drained from his face blinking at the other boy in wonder. “You actually want to..join the Scouting team?” he asked, in awe as he leaned closer squinting at the other in disbelief. Shaking his head slightly he gave a shrug. “Perhaps the Military Police, or the Garrison like my older brother. I haven’t decided yet.” Chris answered honestly after considering the others question.
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