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 Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2021 11:36 am
They didn't have the resources available for Daesva to spar against a hologram target. So she went out and found one. Against a tree.
Standing barefoot on the forest floor, still well within seeing distance of their camp on the hill, Daesva began to move through simple stretching routines, testing some strikes against her chosen target. She did not strike the tree--that would just injure her, and the large plant--but kept herself at a distance that she could picture a target just in front of where its trunk was. It gave her a visual to focus on.
She needed something to focus on.
All day, she'd felt the itch in her palms, the extra pulse in her chest. The need to move, to do more. She'd been trying to focus on her research of humans, looking over materials in her ComTech. But trying to focus on that became... tedious. Her mind kept wandering. Then she couldn't sit still--it was a tap on her leg here, beating a random beat against the floor with her foot there. Then she just... got up, pacing as she tried to continue to read and memorize.
It didn't last long.
So, here she was, trying to properly vent... whatever was going on in her. Whatever made her limbs twitch and body feel like it just needed to move. It was the same sensation she always felt, be it on Earth, or back home, it seemed, that drove her to want to... fight something.
Because fighting was the easiest way to make the sensation go away.
Her fists moved in twisting jabs, aiming towards the rough bark of the tree. Once or twice, her knuckles brushed against the surface, and came away with shallow scrapes. She twisted, bringing her bare heel up and grazing the trunk's surface. More tiny cuts. Still a controlled decend down till she put her foot back on the ground. She could heal herself later.
It was more the tree she was concerned about.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2021 11:46 pm
Daesva was not in the camp. That perhaps wasn't unusual; the Cadets were all going out and exploring this lovely new planet they found themselves on. But Velyria hadn't heard anyone mention where Dae was going, or if anyone might be with her, and so she went to check the area arund the camp, because she had some suspicions.
It was not exactly surprising to find Dae practicing punches and kicks against the local flora, but it did draw a light smile to Velyria's lips. Dae, who was always active, always moving, always longing for action and fights. Dae, always buzzing with energy. Of course she needed to find some time to burn it off.
"Be careful, Cadet," she said, stepping forward, "I wouldn't want you or the tree to be too injured."
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 6:02 pm
Each time she swung a punch, acted through the movements of blocking oncoming strikes, or kicked out with knees or feet, she made sure to keep distance between her and the tree. But sometimes, she felt the p***k of the bark nipping against her bare skin.
She'd have preferred an actual target to really go at, but she was content with her replacement. She could still run through the drills in her mind, recalling how sparring partners moved, or diagrams suggested one respond to certain scenarios in combat.
The familiar voice that ran out made her freeze, her foot high in the air as if she were aiming for someone's head. Carefully, controlled, she lowered the limb till it was back on the forest floor in a smooth motion. Teal eyes blinked over to the visitor to her makeshift sparring grounds, and she bowed slightly at the waist. "Commander," she greeted simply, in response to her own rank being addressed. Her expression was neutral as she added, "I am far easier to patch up than the tree, so I have been trying to maintain a suitable distance from it so as to not injure it."
Straightening, she reached out a hand to its rough surface, patting the immense thing. "It's been a helpful sparring partner, so I am grateful."
It was Velyria who had taught her so much of what she even now was practicing. The majority, really. The one who encouraged her to explore their archives of diagrams and readings as she grew more capable, who ran her through drills and showed her ways to better herself. To become a stronger version of herself suitable to aid the Vanguard. She'd been the first to really work with Daesva directly on her... difficulty remaining still for long periods. To direct it in a positive, useful fashion. Instead of her just pacing till she finally could collapse.
Some of the tension eased from the redhead's shoulders as a faint, though genuine, smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Being in Velyria's presence was always... soothing for her. She did not feel the need to justify herself, or explain any... movements, or need of them. She could be curious, learn, and even laugh. Just be herself.
"Can I be of help? What brings you out here?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 2:12 pm
Velyria moved to brush her fingers over the bark of the tree that Daesva had chosen for an inanimate sparring partner. This world was something of a wonder to her; although it was not the first organic life she had seen, it was the first in nearly a thousand years.
Velyria was of one of the earliest generations born on Velencya; her parents told stories of the world-that-was, the home they had been driven from, and in the early days of her work with the Vanguard, while the Silver Millennium still thrived, she had visited worlds flush with life. But it had been many, many centuries since then, and getting to touch a living tree again made something in her heart sing--a mournful tune, but a song nonetheless.
There was something wistful in the Commander's expression, even when she turned away from the tree and back to Daesva.
"You have done well, though I feel the tree may be sturdier than we give it credit for." So many thongs on this planet were that way; stronger than they appeared at first. That was the wonder of organic life, though, wasn't it? A synthetic world was only the sum of its parts, but a world that could grow and flourish...it could be so much more.
Velyria hoped that one day, she would live to see what a tree that grew on Velenia looked like for herself, not just imagine it from her parents' tales.
"I wanted to make sure you were alright," she said, in answer to Daesva's question about what brought her out here. "A first mission to a foreign planet is quite the responsibility, and I hope to make sure that all of you are properly supported." She paused, for a moment. "How have you found this planet so far?"
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2025 2:41 pm
Quote: Nectro-ing the thread just to give a closing post so I can use for growth reqs as a regular Rp <3
Daesva herself was far, far too young to have known the world their people originated from, born and raised on the artificial world where resources were limited and births approved, controlled to prevent overpopulation on already strained systems.
Natural life on Earth was a wonder to her, but when she saw the look on the Commander's face... she could only wonder again. What was it like, to those far more experienced than her, to step on a world like Earth? What was it like to feel wistful towards the life here? Was it so different from her amazement and awe?
Her smile lessened slightly to hear the reason for Velyria's visit, rueful if anything as she nodded her head vaguely. To make sure she was alright. Properly supported. She knew she could answer affirmative to the latter, no hesitation. But the former..?
"I find it... strange. The humans, mainly. But everything else..." She hesitated, gaze moving up through the boughs of the trees, the dappled canopy. The natural life. Somewhere, there were birds nesting, predators stalking the underbrush. It amazed her.
Idle conversation and awe moved into sparring and confirmations, more of the properly supported part that she never really had to second guess in her time with the Vanguard. But was she alright? She was still processing that, she decided. But if anything... she was excited to learn more about this strange world. Even if humans especially confused her.
She wasn't too convinced that part would ever really change, though.
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