Naoya (
crouching_sin) wrote in
towerofanimus2014-04-09 10:39 pm
Entry tags:
mages are bad swordsmen
Characters: Naoya and open
Setting: Floor 25
Format: Whichever.
Summary: Naoya got a sword, and is trying to remember how to use it properly. Unfortunately, physical skills are not so easily remembered.
Warnings: Naoya is probably only a danger to himself in this log, really.At least he has a healing spell.
[Naoya - or rather, Cain - had used swords before. It wasn't an uncommon weapon through the years, and it wasn't always that he'd had relatively weak physical strength. In some lives, he'd been extremely physically strong.]
[However, this life - Naoya - is… less so. He's still strong, but when he lifts the arming sword he struggles slightly with the weight. He needs to practice, and the meadow has enough space to wave a sharp object around with a minimal risk of hurting someone other than himself.]
[Which is how he's come to be in the meadow, going through old drills. His movements are a mixture of various styles, but he's rusty with them. His movements, while quick, lack power. The weight of the blade is significant enough that he occasionally has to set it down and rub his wrists, which is a good time for anyone who's been watching to speak or be noticed.]
Setting: Floor 25
Format: Whichever.
Summary: Naoya got a sword, and is trying to remember how to use it properly. Unfortunately, physical skills are not so easily remembered.
Warnings: Naoya is probably only a danger to himself in this log, really.
[Naoya - or rather, Cain - had used swords before. It wasn't an uncommon weapon through the years, and it wasn't always that he'd had relatively weak physical strength. In some lives, he'd been extremely physically strong.]
[However, this life - Naoya - is… less so. He's still strong, but when he lifts the arming sword he struggles slightly with the weight. He needs to practice, and the meadow has enough space to wave a sharp object around with a minimal risk of hurting someone other than himself.]
[Which is how he's come to be in the meadow, going through old drills. His movements are a mixture of various styles, but he's rusty with them. His movements, while quick, lack power. The weight of the blade is significant enough that he occasionally has to set it down and rub his wrists, which is a good time for anyone who's been watching to speak or be noticed.]

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[Fake-harrumph! ... with a cat smile. Yeah, she's not really genuinely ticked.]
... it's...really been a while since things were this calm.
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[She closes her eyes thoughtfully.]
It never does stay calm for long here, unfortunately...and the countdown's going to be over soon, isn't it.
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... Will you help?
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I know I've been quiet and kinda under the weather lately, but come on, getting involved in the end of the world is kind of my thing these days, isn't it?
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[Does he sound a little... guilty? No, of course not.]
I want you to choose on your own.
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[She looks over at him and grins.]
So it's really the same thing, don't you think?
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[He still doesn't understand why the Abel in his world would go for God's plan, though.]
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[... Hairfluff.]