Something Something Training Montage [open]

[hattersgonnahat]

WHO: Puella, and YOU?
WHERE: Various
WHEN: Second half of February, after the Valentine's Dance and Daemon invasion; possibly very early March if necessary
WHAT: Local kid lacks combat skills, local kid decides to solve this
WARNINGS: Probably a few non-child proof weapons



A - Please Let Those Be Nerf Foamed (Feb 15-17ish)

[At some point in the day, Puella was at one of the training grounds the academy provided. Or rather, had to practically drag herself out onto the field since the large, golf bag shaped carrier was weighing her down - and giving her quite a workout just getting there. Upon arriving she unceremoniously dropped the bag to the ground, thankful to be ridden of it at last. It did not take much to hear the loud metallic clang happening inside either.]

[Finally she unzipped the bag and poles of various shapes and sizes spill out and she takes out the first one she can. Wait...isn't that a poleaxe? Whoever loaned her out this stuff may have been gracious enough to only give her a replica, but the weight and size was the real deal. And well...the weight and size was definitely becoming the main issue. It's way too tall to use practically.]

[Puella moved on to a different weapon in the bag: A flail this time, but she was having a hard time keeping the spiked ball off the ground. Then she moved on to a mace which...actually was more compacted and easier to swing - just not swing well. No matter how hard she tried, she could not really damage any targets. Or rather it was more like gravity was doing all the work.]

[Unsurprisingly, Puella was eventually beat. Too much lifting; swinging. Her muscles were going to be sore for days and could only muster the strength to lay uncomfortably on the bag of equipment. It only slightly wins over laying on the ground.]


B - One Man's Junk is Another's Treasure

[If traditional weapons weren't going to work for her, then there had to be something else she could use. After all - it did not seem like many other students, or even faculty relied on them either. Perhaps there was something else she was missing...something, but what?]

[And that's what lead Puella to the Second-Hand Market. Can't really go rummaging through the lost and found after all - despite being more familiar with that place than she cared to admit now.]

[But that's fine, with how many diverse items there was in here something was bound to give her an idea.]

Nope... Nope... Nada...

[Or not.]

[Multiple trinkets, knickknacks, and other unusual and mundane objects littered the floor as Puella did what an actual dumpster dive would look like. Hopefully she'll have the gall to clean up the mess later.]


C - Collectables

[A hat child was in the library again with a pile of books, not an unusual place to find her, but she was staring deeply at an hourglass with her arms crossed on the table...almost like she was angry with it. It..seemed like a harmless piece? But judging how the clouded, swirling substance inside was moving, it definitely was not sand. Was it a gas? A liquid?]

...I really should've asked for more. [She carefully tipped the hourglass on it's side to twirl it. Even a minor inscription would probably use the whole thing up - she already looked. Can't even imagine how getting more was going to be either.]


D - Wildcard

[Surprise or hit me with more ideas, Grifstar]

Comments

A

[p1]

Oh! Its-a you!

[ It's this guy again- as bizarre as ever, he has entered the training ground carrying four yellow boxes stacked upon each other. Three marked with ? and one with !, he sets them all down very carefully... and them promptly sits on one anyway. ]

You're not gonna get anywhere with-a those. When you're-a our size, you need a weapon that-a packs a POW all by itself!

[ He is, after all, just a little taller than her and he's a full grown(?) man(?). ]

[hattersgonnahat]

...?

[She only lifts her head to see the boxes more clearly. The less she had to move her body the better.]

What are those?

[They already look a bit lighter.]

[p1]

Boxes!

[ Yeah, that explains that. ]

Oh, but you're all tuckered out!

[ He bops one of the ! and a large colourful mushroom emerges with a very satisfying 'blerblerblub.' ]

Here, this-a always puts-a gas in my tank!

[ Mario offers the thing up- it sure looks delicious and/or poisonous but it does as advertised. Perks the eater right up!

Mario was later arrested for giving magic mushrooms to a minor, but he broke out in a daring escapade. ]

[hattersgonnahat]

[...What.] --A mushroom?

[Normally, Puella didn't like them anyway. And this one even looked like it might've been raw.]

[Although she will admit, the colors on it were nice. Kind of wish all mushrooms were like that.]

[p1]

Not just-a mushroom.

[ He leans in, covering his mouth with one hand to suppress his whisper. As if this is some big secret. ]

It's-a super mushroom.

[ He straighens up again and chuckles. ]

Tasteeeeeey!

a;

[inflictwounds]

[Hieke actually has a reason to venture out of the infirmary today, as evidenced by the sigils he holds in his arms. What's a better place to put special summoning runes than the training grounds, where all sorts of accidents can happen?

He's not expecting anyone to be there right then, but it seems that he was mistaken. He blinks a bit at Puella, drifting closer before he stops right next to her.]

You doing alright?

[hattersgonnahat]

[Well... The axe she was wielding was leaning backwards, to the point that it was too top heavy and smacked the ground right behind her. Yeah, everything was fine]

--I got this under control!

[Says the child while trying to lift the ten ton iron back up with everything she's got.]

[inflictwounds]

[Oooh, that's no good. Hieke winces at the sound of the axe crashing to the ground.]

...Are you trying to learn how to fight?

[Just. Throwing that guess out there.]

[hattersgonnahat]

Of course I am.

...I think I'm doing this right.

[She gave up trying to lift the axe. They make these things look a lot lighter on tv. Or she was really not in shape. Either way.]

[inflictwounds]

Have you...considered weapons that are more fitting for your size?

[Have you considered: A Knife.]

A

[onebetter]

[ James is not yet really used to how different this school experience is from a totally regular high school. He's really trying to adjust and tell himself that a lot of weird things are normal here, but that's.... an elementary schooler with a flail? That cannot possibly be normal, right? ]

Uh... hey there, are all of these... yours?

[ Gesturing at the weapons bag. ]

[hattersgonnahat]

[Yes that's an elementary schooler with a flail. No it is not normal.]

What--No, I'm only borrowing them.

[Luckily, James was not the first one to give her weird looks like that today. Especially from the lender himself. Why would someone so small ask for these things?!]

[onebetter]

And they let you?

[ The incredulous comment comes out immediately and then a second later he remembers that it's kind of rude or belittling and he has no reason to be either of these things to a schoolmate. He's just... so baffled. ]

I mean, this just looks like it could be dangerous. That thing is heavy.

[hattersgonnahat]

[Perhaps the only reason they did give it her was because she seemed desperate enough, and they were at least smart enough to only give her practice ones. Though honestly, they probably thought she wouldn't even be able to carry the stuff out, and just return it back.]

It is pretty heavy... But I'll probably get used to that.

[Maybe.]

[onebetter]

No offense, but... do you have to?

[ Everyone who is here, regardless of age, is training for survival at Nightfall and he understands that, but this seems awfully mismatched. ]

Isn't there something you can handle more easily? Or maybe powers you can use?

C

[deafleppard]

More what?

[Gwen asks, before her eyes immediately go to the hourglass.]

Woah.

[hattersgonnahat]

-Huh? [Puella tipped the hourglass a little too much when she heard a voice behind her, letting it fall completely on its side. ...Luckily it wasn't that close to rolling off the table, and she stopped it rather quickly anyway.]

Uh, just some stuff. [She could try to cover the subject up as much as she wants, the mist was pretty telling. Especially when it was sloshing around more aggressively having been knocked over.]

[deafleppard]

Is your, uh, thing over there okay?

[She's still staring at the hourglass.]

It looks upset.

[hattersgonnahat]

Upset? [Watches the mist settle down.] Oh, it should be fine. I don't think it's broken.

[It is fairly sturdy. But now she does wonder what would happen if some of the mist did leak out.]

[deafleppard]

Well that's good to know. Otherwise I'd be way more worried, just now.

[Gwen keeps on looking at the hourglass.]

You, uh, buy it here or something?

B

[thedevilwearsgucci]

Digging for buried treasure, little one?

[Cereza is at least twice Puella's height, standing with dayoff idleness in a nice airy blouse with a fine dotted pattern, and a skirt that really has no business being that short... She shifts the shopping bag on her shoulder and waves the little green lollipop she had been nibbling on.]

If you're looking for silver, check for a stamp somewhere on it to mark its purity... although I'm sure that the Artificers have scrapped most of it already for weapons, you never know.

[hattersgonnahat]

[...Whoops. She's not in trouble is she?] I uh...

No. I mean, sort of. [Treasure does interest her now, but that was not what she was looking for. Maybe she can do both now!]

...Is silver that good?

[Perhaps that does give her an idea.]

[thedevilwearsgucci]

[She's not; All she's doing is rummaging through a bargain bin in a market. It's not exactly dignified, but it's nothing to get in trouble over.]

Silver's purity makes it the bane of all sorts of nasty creatures. In a town like this, it might just be worth more than gold. So then, if you're not rallly digging for treature, then pray tell what ARE you looking for?

[On some level, she wants to help the little hatted kid who's obviously looking for something. Although to be fair, that's just a tiny island in an ocean of lazy, idle curiosity.]

[hattersgonnahat]

[Come to think of it, Puella may have heard something about metals having certain properties before. She might have been only half paying attention to that class though, or still going through information overload. Nonetheless, a light bulb practically went off.]

Oh, well I was looking for something I could use. [And with that little nugget of info, she could maybe narrow the search down.]

So silver is used against daemons then?

[thedevilwearsgucci]

Moreso fey and blight creatures, although I wouldn't put it past some of the wimpier daemons to cringe at as well. However, don't assume that silver can repel every vampire, for example, that you come across. Some of them will just think it's funny.

["Something she can use." Well.
That's nice and vague.]

Are you trying to build something? [She hazards, hoping it's not the case because she's pretty much out of her element with that.]