[ action - the quad ]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ She's supposed to be in class.




Oops.

Oh well!

Instead, Kiden can be found the quad, enjoying the sun--yes, she actually does enjoy nice days!--and people watching. It's obvious by the constant twitching of her fingers that she's either bored or itching to be somewhere else.

She actually doesn't have a cigarette; instead, she has a large notepad open in her lap, but only half her attention is on it. In it are her WTR101 notes; it's the only class she won't skip and probably the only one she really cares about. Outlined inside are the properties of a variety of weapons, as well as sketches; they're not very good, having been made quickly, but they're clean...and noticeable.

Come bother her, she'll be grateful insult you, probably. Or find her later, if you're the instructors whose class she's skipping.... ]

Comments

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Not helping your case, Marco. ]

Your...feet?

[fierybluebird]

I'm a martial arts specialist.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

Oh? What kind do you do?

[ Not that Kiden knows much about martial arts, but she's curious. ]

1/2

[fierybluebird]

[Pause. What kind does he do? The weird flippy kicking kind. That has no name.]

[fierybluebird]

[Eh, fuck it.]

Phoenix style.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ lmao, now she wants to know MOAR ]

Is that like, kung-fu?

[fierybluebird]

Less structured, a little more freestyle. [Since he knows of fishman karate styles.]

It's focused on acrobatics and using the height and momentum to add more force to the blows.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

Height and momentum?

[ Looks up--way up--at him. ]

Doubt that'd work for me.

[fierybluebird]

As I said, it's a more acrobatic style.

[Steps back and does a free-standing backflip.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ She whistles admiratively. ]

Nice. How long did it take you to learn?

[fierybluebird]

God... It was a long time ago. I don't even remember.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

Ha, you're not that old. Who taught you?

[fierybluebird]

[Oh, but he is.]

I learned on my own. [Rubs the back of his neck.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

Really? Dude, that's pretty badass. [ Unless he's lying, but backflips don't lie, usually. ]

[fierybluebird]

[A shrug. He's actually kind of embarrassed about the whole not having a style or specific instructor to call it under.]

Thanks, but it was pretty required, eh. Not really anything formal.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

I dunno, s'better than anything I can do.

[ Which isn't much. ]

[fierybluebird]

I'm sure you'll find something, you just haven't had enough experience trying things out. Maybe take a gun up against a T-Rexaur. If it clicks and you don't just throw it at it, you're good to go.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

A T-rexaur? Jesus, pretty sure encouraging another cadet to go kill themselves is against a rule somewhere.

[fierybluebird]

I could offer to keep out of the way unless you get in trouble, but they're decently easy to distract and outrun.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

I've never fought one before. [ Pause. ] Actually, never been in the training center before. [ Not a big fan of willingly putting herself in harm's way. ]

[fierybluebird]

At all?

All right, how about a grat first?