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mischiefbreeder) wrote2014-06-07 04:13 pm
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37 [Video/Action] (backdated to Friday 6/6)
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[It was a delayed effect the draft had on Gold. He'd been on numerous drafts before, and thanks to a combination of cunning, strategy, and a lot of luck, he always pulled through fine without an issue. Not without his fair share of injuries, but always without casualties.
But something was different about this one. Even besides how sloppy everything turned out, one thing in particular hit really hard. Crystal lost one of her Pokémon on this draft, and it didn't look like he was coming back, either. Originally, it only particularly weighed on him because he neglected to be there helping her. She was new to this. She wasn't experienced with the drafts like he and Silver were. But then a different feeling began to overwhelm that, once that guilt subsided. The sudden realization that she's not the only one it could happen to.
No matter how much luck and skill he demonstrates out there, there's always the chance one of his Pokémon could get killed, just like Archy did. Just like that, he could lose Explotaro, or Togetaro... or even Aitaro. The idea of losing one of his trusted partners hurt even more than the idea of losing one of his friends. And that was why he had to find a way to get stronger, to be able to stand on his own two legs and fight with his own two hands, without having to rely on his Pokémon to fight his battles for him all the time.
Albeit with hesitation, he makes a post to the journals.]
Anybody out there who might be able to teach me how to fight?
[He hopes there's someone willing and able.]
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[Following that little excursion, Gold took to the rec center, hoping to distract himself with a little game of pool. He sat the journal on the edge of the pool table, keeping it nearby if he got any responses.
And then suddenly it happens. While lining up a particularly tricky shot, everything just suddenly vanishes. The pool table, the pinball machines, the table tennis, all the furniture... and the building itself. Gone, in an instant. Gold misses his shot due to the shot no longer existing, causing him to nearly stumble forward due to losing his balance from supporting himself against the table. The journal falls to the ground and opens up to a blank page, starting recording just in time to catch Gold's reaction.]
Wh--... What the hell just happened?! It... It's gone!
[If running into him in person, feel free to catch him either before or after the rec center disappears.]
[It was a delayed effect the draft had on Gold. He'd been on numerous drafts before, and thanks to a combination of cunning, strategy, and a lot of luck, he always pulled through fine without an issue. Not without his fair share of injuries, but always without casualties.
But something was different about this one. Even besides how sloppy everything turned out, one thing in particular hit really hard. Crystal lost one of her Pokémon on this draft, and it didn't look like he was coming back, either. Originally, it only particularly weighed on him because he neglected to be there helping her. She was new to this. She wasn't experienced with the drafts like he and Silver were. But then a different feeling began to overwhelm that, once that guilt subsided. The sudden realization that she's not the only one it could happen to.
No matter how much luck and skill he demonstrates out there, there's always the chance one of his Pokémon could get killed, just like Archy did. Just like that, he could lose Explotaro, or Togetaro... or even Aitaro. The idea of losing one of his trusted partners hurt even more than the idea of losing one of his friends. And that was why he had to find a way to get stronger, to be able to stand on his own two legs and fight with his own two hands, without having to rely on his Pokémon to fight his battles for him all the time.
Albeit with hesitation, he makes a post to the journals.]
Anybody out there who might be able to teach me how to fight?
[He hopes there's someone willing and able.]
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[Video B (accidental)/Action]
[Following that little excursion, Gold took to the rec center, hoping to distract himself with a little game of pool. He sat the journal on the edge of the pool table, keeping it nearby if he got any responses.
And then suddenly it happens. While lining up a particularly tricky shot, everything just suddenly vanishes. The pool table, the pinball machines, the table tennis, all the furniture... and the building itself. Gone, in an instant. Gold misses his shot due to the shot no longer existing, causing him to nearly stumble forward due to losing his balance from supporting himself against the table. The journal falls to the ground and opens up to a blank page, starting recording just in time to catch Gold's reaction.]
Wh--... What the hell just happened?! It... It's gone!
[If running into him in person, feel free to catch him either before or after the rec center disappears.]
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If your name is Gold, then yes. I am.
[She dips her head in a fractional nod.]
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Well, I suppose that's good to know. [And assuming his weapon is visible.]
Is this your staff? Or...pool cue?
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It's a bit of both. It was custom-made for me by a friend so I can use it in battle too. ...So I wanna learn how to use it properly, in that regard.
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Well, it looks effective enough. Have you ever fought with it before, even just playing? Or are you a total beginner?
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Alright, then let's go into a room and you can show me how you use it. I've got one programmed and ready. Nothing too hard, just a dummy.
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And guess what he's got, Gold? If you guessed a staff, you'd be right.]
Alright Gold, go see if you can knock him down or disarm him.
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It's not a sword or an axe, Gold. Hold it like this, and keep your feet planted. You don't have to be aggressive like that with a staff.
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...Like this?
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Yes. Much better. Now try again.
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[The Black Belt stumbles back a pace, unsteady but quickly recovering. Gold could probably hit him again, get through his defenses, but it might leave him open for a counterattack too. Choices...]
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Then the Black Belt spins, bringing his staff with him as he circles around Gold in a single smooth motion before skipping back to buy himself a moment to recover. He even shakes his hand, making a pained sound.]
Very good! You see how much better it works with two hands?
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Alright Gold, I think that's enough, unless you want to continue for practice. I've seen what I need to to gauge your ability.
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So...? What do you think, then?
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I think you've got good natural reflexes, a lot of potential, but not much actual skill. Yet, anyway. I can work with that, and you'll be beating up this guy in no time.
If you can commit, at least. Either three times a week for longer classes, or once a day for shorter ones. That choice is yours. If you're interested in daily work, I can probably just teach you while I work with Red, if you know him. He's starting to learn staff fighting from me, too.
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