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daybreakacademy2019-02-27 11:41 pm
hattersgonnahat) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-02-27 11:41 pm
Something Something Training Montage [open]
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
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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
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