[HUB ISLAND | NEWBIE TRAINING]

[spellbindmods]

Who: New coven members, Brie and assigned teachers (old blood can join too!)
Where: The coven base camp
When: Day 98
Open/Closed: Open to Alllllllllmost everyone, essentially top levels are newbies and teachers, but oldbies can tag around!
OOC: To be clear, top levels should only be new characters accepted in October and those who signed up for teacher slots. Old players ARE ENCOURAGED TO TAG AROUND IF THEY WISH, and of course other new characters can mingle with their newbie brethren. If your character is a teacher please indicate that in your top level to differentiate.

Danger may not be imminent -- but that doesn't mean things will always be so peaceful. Being new and gifted with magic, the time has come to try and create a force to be reckoned with. While Genette is more focused on interpersonal unity (and not her poor planning skills), Brie wants to worry about other, more important things. The explosions and power missteps grow older and older with each new batch of coven members, so let's nip that in the bud ASAP, shall we? All the newbies have been gathered together in the base camp clearing with very explicit instructions -- hopefully this isn't such a daunting task that she needs to resort to tying people together, like some bougie servants running around. There is a bit of a problem of personalizing activities -- A.K.A. she's not doing that again. It was a mess last time, and hard to keep up with who all was succeeding and falling flat on their face. Instead, there are three distinct stations that are being utilized in order to try and grab every type and subset of power. A ▢ For offensive type characters, wild boars have been enclosed in a large pen. Also within this pen are large pillowcases, filled with sand and tied at the end. It's as good a dummy as any, okay? Brie has instructed those with magic more in line with direct fighting to kill a boar -- or if they want to work up to that type of offensive magic, they can instead try to explode those sacks of sand. B ▢ Healing is a bit trickier -- some may get lucky and find someone who is unintentionally injured or who is harboring an old wound that Genette hasn't sniffed out. In the case of needing to focus on healing, Brie has a small knife at her disposal. Any volunteers are going to be sliced against their palm. Genette is on standby to heal this wound if a newbie can't pull it off, but don't worry. Even in the worst case scenario, this wound won't last long. C ▢ Other magic powers may work better with items involved -- dismantling, levitation, the like. So there's a big bin of items in the middle of another roped off clearing. From salt and pepper shakers to MP3 players, your character can find some sort of junk in this bag. Whatever your character wants to do with these items and their magic, they're there to use. D ▢ Another roped off area is for more abstract magic. Other volunteers can come and help with whatever these magics might be -- emotional reading, creating plants. Those hard-to-define magic types can practice here with as much help as they can find. E ▢ Some older coven members have garnered Brie's seal of approval. If they know anything about fighting or magical training, they've been welcomed to create their own space and get newbies to learn whatever skills they have to offer. F ▢ Finally, magic isn't the only training going on here. There's one final area that's roped off and filled with swords, stuck about a foot in the ground -- thanks Brie. Characters who are good with swords can of course show off their skills, but it's also a good idea that inexperienced characters learn how to wield one of these weapons.

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[reckoner]

[ Once yanking the blade from the ground (with less ceremony and feeling of accomplishment than might have accompanied the task in stone), Gaelio looks over the sword, adjusting his grip.

The only swords used in actual combat had been massive, affixed to mobile suits and his Kimaris, and those less swords -- a foldable combat knife and Gungnir, the massive lance. Utilized through the machine's controls and not by holding the weapon in hand.

His experience with hilts, then, was narrow: foil, épée, sabre. Fencing and that rigidity of form. After a few seconds, he looks up, across to Dirk, shrugging. ]

It's fine if it hurts. [ Blandly. After all, the healers need to practice, too. ] But, practically speaking, I've only fenced.

[splinten]

[Hm.]

Well, you've got more places to make me bleed with this. Up for learnin' by doin'?

[reckoner]

How else?

[ Though he doesn't intend to make Dirk bleed, and given that the teen teaches, won't assume he could.

This sword in his grip - far from an épée, to which he'd been relegated once the trajectory of his height was clear, whatever the personality clash. Yet, knowing only that stance, his body shifts back to it, as though it hadn't been years. ]

Let's go.

[splinten]

You never heard of book learning, bro?

[Dirk shifts his grip on the sword; he steps in and closes distance fast to swipe at Gaelio's side. Dirk is fast, but no more than humanly fast; flashstep isn't an option here. He has turned his blade around to avoid actually cutting Gaelio if he hits, but he expects to stop his blade before doing so anyway; it's how he fought with Jake usually so he has practice.]

[reckoner]

Have you got a book?

[ ...bro?

Not distracting enough to keep him from movement. It's been awhile, too long, since standing like this, since moving. He steps back, fast himself despite his size, but of course Dirk does not keep within the lunge, still moving. This isn't fencing. Gaelio swings the blade to deflect, only just in time, and awkward in it. ]

[splinten]

[He doesn't go after him to hurt him; it's a strong hit when their blades meet, trying to push Gaelio back, but he doesn't intend on seeing any pain. There's no real pause between the clash of swords and Dirk sliding his forward past Gaelio to strike at him again. 'Relentless' is kind of how he rolls.]

I've got a pen.

[reckoner]

[ Strength he's got, so Gaelio manages to hold his ground, but it has been too long. But fencing bore little resemblance to close, hard clashes of this kind. But the tremendous crashing of behemoth metal in mobile suits and Kimari Vidar demanded markedly different muscle reflex.

The second strike hits, his blade and step too slow. Gaelio frowns at his own hand, a dull wince in it. ]

Don't waste your ink.

[ And lunges. ]

[splinten]

[Dirk parries readily and moves to get around Gaelio. It's an aggressive style of combat, if a careful one, and highly fast-paced.

One might described it as 'speedster dps' rather than 'tank.' Sadly, Dirk tries to tank too often, but at least he's being good here.]

[reckoner]

[ Still too slow, muscles warming to this, pivoting with such a jerk that he almost stumbles, only just getting his sword where it should. Or he thinks it should, instinct that can't be instinct guiding him.

A quick step back once facing Dirk, falling back to what is instinct honed from fencing, if an ultimately futile one given the style against him. Distance, an effort for distance, though it can't last. He does have reach, at least, so if Dirk pursues, he'll thrust low. ]

[splinten]

[Of course Dirk pursues, and has to parry and slip to the side to get around the thrust.]

It looks like instincts aren't doing that poorly by you.

[Dirk doesn't know much about fencing, but he didn't think it'd adapt as well as this. Apparently, the pointy bendy swords aren't just for show.]

[reckoner]

That's generous.

[ Dirk doesn't seem the type to tell a lie, even the white kind. But... ]

If you hadn't turned it, you'd have cut me deep.

[ And he's still too slow in adjusting blade and grip after the parry, bouncing back again for recovery. ]

[splinten]

I said your instincts were doing decent despite your background; I didn't say you'd stand a chance against me.

[Yeah, not the white lie sort. But he has always been as honest with his praise as with his criticisms.]

Come at me again. The length of my sword is the limit on shield.

[reckoner]

Ah.

[ That earns a smirk, easier than he might have suspected, the muscles stiff with the stretch. Nodding, Gaelio lunges, now thrusting high.

He expects a parry, already shifting to side-step, attempt to get around. ]