Logs:Candidate Fight Club
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| RL Date: 6 March, 2010 |
| Who: Saliqa, Silarra, Taikrin, Xeoshen |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Taikrin starts teaching the candidates some self-defense. This is an excuse to touch all of the girls and to punch all of the boys. |
| Where: Candidate Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 2, Turn 22 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of gray clouds hangs oppressively around the spires. The air is humid and cool, but there is no snowfall today. |
| Mentions: G'brion/Mentions, W'chek/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, P'ax/Mentions, B'tal/Mentions |
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| It's late afternoon, and apparently Taikrin's chore session has finished up early: she's quite damp from a recent bathing as she strides down into the cavern. "Ugh, stupid thing." She's got a finger stuck as far down into her cast as she can manage, and is itching at it furiously. So focused is her attention that she's not really paying attention to where she's going: she only barely avoids running into a pair of candidates heading the opposite direction, and even that was due more to their observance than anything else. Xeoshen is heading into the barracks himself, rubbing at one of his hands a moment. He nods to those leaving. He heads for his cot, though he pauses as hhe spots Tai, and nods to her, giving a raised eyebrow at the itching. "Aint ya not suppossed ta scratch those?" "What?" Taikrin pauses mid-stride, only to blink at Xeoshen in surprise. "Well, it /itches/." The tone of her voice brooks no arguments. "Ain't like I'm stickin' somethin' down there. That's what they told me not t'do." Her path diverts, though, and instead of heading to her cot she instead follows Xeoshen to his. "Coupl'a more sevens, can't wait t'have this thing off though. My arm's gettin' /weak/!" Oh, the horror! The humanity! Xeoshen shrugs. "But ya aint supposed ta scratch them, cause the itchin' means it's healin'." Or something like that that he's heard while rolling bandages in the infirmary. "Yeah, I bet. It won't take ya long ta build up the muscle again." He grins, and sits on the lower bunk for now, what? The occupants not here. Taikrin has absolutely no qualms about plopping down on the lower bunk next to Xeo, no matter who it might actually belong to. "Maybe. Feel like I should be doin' more to it, though. Y'know, t'keep it strong." The arm underneath the cast is scratched again, idly, before she continues. "Hey, y'got some time off fer a bit? Think I might need some help with somethin'." Xeoshen shrugs. "I dunno, maybe ask the healers?" He suggests, yes, who cares about who the bunk belongs to at the moment. "Eh, they got me changin' the glows around here, Milani must think I'm trustworthy or somethin'." He says. "But I got a while as there weren't that many, why?" He asks. "Well, so-- I kinda told a coupl'a th'boys round here that I'd show 'em some things so they can protect themselves." Taikrin actually looks somewhat abashed at this; her image, her /image/! "I mean, did'ja see the shiner Gabrion had? Poor kid." And then she's up on her feet again, bouncing slightly on her toes in the way boxers do to warm up. "Anyways, I told 'em I'd help 'em, only I'm not too sure what I can do that's not gonna hurt. So-- think y'could practice with me, maybe? Figure big guy like you, prolly know what yer doin'. Right?" Silarra strides into the barracks rubbing at a little bit of dust on her shirt with a frown. She starts to make her way over to her own cot, without paying much mind to any of the other candidates in the barracks. Xeoshen raises an eyebrow. "Why would ya say that, when ya got a broken arm?" He asks her, and winces. "Aye, that kind took one hell of a beating." He agrees, and blinks, before shrugging. "Sure, I guess if it helps." He says, and gets up. The arrival of Silarra distracts him a moment, before he looks back to Taikrin. "Alright, how ya wanna do this?" He asks. "Oi, y'don't need an arm t'knee someone in the nuts, y'know." Arms are folded across her chest defensively. "Not that... I'm gonna do that. Just, y'know, sayin'." Taikrin is quick to reassure Xeoshen, even as she gestures for him to follow her down to the less-occupied end of the barracks. "Besides, Gabrion weighs what, eighty pounds soaking wet?" She follows Xeo's over to Silarra, and a nod is offered to the other girl if she notices. "Figured maybe we could do some easy stuff. See if I can get enough of a grip t'throw ya, like... see if I can /not/ try t'use that arm." Silarra collapes back on her cot, moving her hand down to start unlacing her boots. "Gabe? What's this about him?" That name gets through the haze, it seems. And whatever size Gabe is? His cousin is not really noticably bigger. "Throws? Self defense stuff?" Silarra props herself up, pushing her boot off to thud onto the floor. Taikrin pauses on her way towards the back of the room as Silarra talks. "Yeah, it kinda came up-- if I could teach him somewhat how t'protect 'imself. Y'saw his face, poor kid." Her expression becomes suddenly guarded, and her voice is defensive as she continues. "An' it ain't some elaborate plan t'beat him up, neither. Wouldn't be no fun in that." Xeoshen nods, and looks to Silarra. "Dunno how ya missed that shiner he had." He says. "She asked if I would help her in doin' so." He adds, and looks to Talika, with a snort. "Aye, that's true." He agrees, and shrugs. "Easy stuff works, wouldn't want ya ta get hurt neither." He says. "Gabrion shouldna be goin' around gettin' shiners anyway, who gave him one?" "W'chek." Silarra states, like it's a nasty curse word. Oh, she apparently knew about it. "Kinda sorry I stopped P'ax from choking him over it, but he did knock out a few teeth, at least." Silarra states, sitting up straighter. "Told that idiot that if he ever touched Gabe again like that? He'd answer to me. And I doubt he'd ever have to worry about having kids after that." Her tone there is starkly angry. "Probably good for Gabe to learn some ways to take care of himself, too, though." "It was W'chek?! That arsehole-- shards, seems like that's all he'd have th'guts for, pickin' on little boys." Taikrin is genuinely outraged on Gabrion's behalf. "Hope y'gave 'im a swift kick in th'nuts t'go along with his pretty new smile." The smile /Taikrin/ flashes is all predatory teeth. "I definitely gotta teach Gabe some tricks, then." Silarra is eyed consideringly, before she offers, "Sounds like maybe y'can take care of yerself, but if y'want t'learn some tricks, I'd be happy t'show you too. if it means yer gonna use 'em on W'chek, anyways." Xeoshen blinks at Silarra. "What the hell did he hit him for?" He asks, and shakes his head. "He got what was coming to him, W'chek that is, especially if he didna have a good reason to hit Gabe." He agrees. "Aye, maybe next time he can show W'chek what for." He chuckles. Silarra shakes her head. "Not sure exactly what it was for. Apparently W'chek whacked his weyrmate around, too." Silarra states, leaning down again to start in on the other boot. "I wish I'd been able to knee right in the balls, but K'del appeared. Figured I was better off sticking to threats around the Weyrleader." She states before Silarra is eyeing Taikrin. "I take care of myself just fine, but it can never hurt to know even more, right? Knowledge is supposed to be good, or so the Harpers say." "Would'a done it anyways, me." But then, Taikrin is not famed for her restraint. She waves Silarra on, then, and continues to move towards the relatively unoccupied end of the barracks. "No problem. Always good t'have a new move or somethin'." Arms stretch above her head, though the action brings a hiss of discomfort with it. "Really just tryin' t'work out what I can do, like. Ain't supposed t'do much with my arm, an' apparently I gotta be careful with my ribs fer another coupl'a sevendays. Xeo's gonna help me warm up, like, so's yer tiny little Gabe ain't stickin' me back in the infirmary." Xeoshen nods. "Aye, thouygh I thought the riders were supposed ta know not ta hit candidates, Gabe musta done somethin' pretty bad." He arees, and follows after Taikrin. "Ayre, some self defense it better then nothin'." He agrees. "I aint no master or nothin' at it, but I can take care of myself." Silarra pushes up off her cot to stand on stockinged feet. "Need help with any of them? You want, I can stand in for you. It's suck to hurt that arm any more." Silarra states before she narrows her eyes looking over to Xeoshen. "So you're going to say Gabe deserved having some idiot twice his size break his nose?" She asks in a low, cold tone. Don't mess with her family. Taikrin moves to punch Xeoshen in the shoulder; not hard enough to do any damage, but enough to punctuate her protest of, "He's just a /boy/. Ain't no excuse fer a grown man t'be hittin' on him 'cept he gets his jollies off it." She takes a step back, then, to stand face-to-face with Xeoshen. "Might at that," is called over towards Silarra. "Gabe, I can prolly take, but Shad's a big strong boy." Back to Xeoshen, then, and with more of an air of seriousness. "Just... try not t'hit me here." A hand is waved over her broken right arm and a couple of inches of midsection. "Not like y'could anyways." And the seriousness is gone, replaced with the beginnings of a lopsided smirk. Xeoshen blinks, and shakes his head. "No, don't think he deserved ta be hit if he didn't do anything." He says, and grunts at the punch to the shoulder. "Alright, alright, I get it." He grumbles, and moves forward, moving to return the punch to the shoulder. "Right, no hittin' in the belly and the bad arm, gotcha." He says, and swiftly moves to punch again at a not waved at area of midsection.. Silarra moves over to lean against a cot with a good view of the sparring. "Gabe's the same age I am." She states, slightly defensively. Apparently, she's not happy either way. "Casts suck. It's be horrible to get hit there and then end up in one for even /longer/." Taikrin sidesteps the punch in a swift, instinctive movement, and reaches out to grab Xeoshen's arm-- with her cast. "Shardit!" Her frustration is obvious as she takes a few bouncing steps backwards with her weight pitched onto the balls of her feet. "This /is/ hard." A glance is shot to Silarra, and though her gaze snaps almost immediately back to Xeoshen, the comment is meant for the girl. "Yeah, but boys grow slow. Reckon he'll get there eventually. I only got a coupl'a sevens left in it, though; can't be /that/ fragile." To Xeoshen, then, a nod. "Sorry-- try me again." Xeoshen winces, and bounces back as well, hands up in a defensive posture. "Age doesn't matter when it comes to self defense, even kids should learn it." He agrees, and looks back to Tai. "Don't think about using it, think about only using your good arm." He says. "Meh, girls get lucky in the growin' areas, that's fer sure." He agrees, and takes another swing at Taikrin when she looks ready. "And then they'll take it off and your muscles will be a scraggly. And they'll make you do silly exercises to make it all strong again. And tell you to not do too much, but yeah, right." Silarra sounds like the voice of experience here. "Girls might not grow so much up, but we get all those annoying jiggly parts." Not that Silarra's done much of that yet, either. She'll just watch the sparring. "Augh, don't even tell me. Makes me /so/ mad t'think about havin' t'build it back again," Taikrin shoots towards Silarra, even as she continues to eye Xeoshen. When he throws his punch, she moves in an almost identical step-pivot-twist movement as before, but this time her right arm only twitches; it's the left that comes up to grab at Xeoshen's forearm. Once she's grabbed him properly, she rotates a bit more, cocking her hip in the way one would just before a throw and using her grip to pull him more firmly against her-- but an instant later she releases him and steps away. "Bloody shards an' shells, th'angle's all wrong. Can't get th'right leverage, that way." Xeoshen nods. "Aye, better ta let it heal, or else they'll be kickin' ya out of here, cause aparently ya can't take care of a dragon one handed." He remarks, and snorts at Silarra. "Eh, true, think I'll stick with my dangly bitss." But then he erks as Tai manages to grab him, and yanks him toward her, he tenses, ready to be thrown, but it never comes. He backs off. "Keep tryin' though, that was pretty good." Silarra watches the movement before she shrugs. "But it'll get back to being good, I bet. Broke both bones in one of my lower legs when the meteor hit. But now, you'd never know it, and it hasn't been /that/ long." Xeoshen get a quick grin. "Oh, but for men, those dangly bits are one of the best targets, if you need to take down a big guy fast, especially." Taikrin makes a couple of practice movements, grabbing at the air and twitching as though attempting to throw, well, nothing. "Gonna have t'think about this'n," is the idle remark as she gives it up with a shrug. "Oi, it's all fair game. Y'can stop a girl pretty good with a knee in the right place too, y'know. Ain't gonna stop 'em th'same, but it hurts plenty. Don't reckon I need t'practice that'n, eh Xeo?" A toothy grin is flashed towards her sparring partner. "Can't never forget how that'n goes." Xeoshen nods as he listens, and waits. "Aye, I remember seein' ya on criutches." He says to Silarra. "Good ta see ya not needin' them anymore." He says, and then snorts. "Aye,m that's true, lost count of how many times I seen a guy gone down before bein' hit there." He remarks, and winces at Tai. "Nah, ya don't need ta, I'll take yer word for it." "Yeah, the knee works on either gender, but it's /really/ effective with guys. And if you get to that point, you use what you can get." Silarra moves to plop down on the cot, not seeming to care that it's not hers. "So very very glad to be rid of crutches." An involuntarily shudder ripples through Taikrin's body at the talk of crutches. "Don't know how y'managed that. Think I might go crazy, me, if I couldn't walk 'round none." She doesn't make a move for Xeoshen to begin again; rather, she walks over and sits down next to Silarra with a graceless thump. "Gonna have t'think about this more, I guess. Throws're out. Kneeing, I can do. Guess I could show 'im how t'throw a punch." She eyes Xeoshen's upper body warily. "Don't know as I want you grabbin' me t'work gettin' out of holds." Xeoshen snorts, and nods. "Ayee, me too, I like bein' able ta walk on my own." He agrees, and since Tai doesn't seem intent on attacking again at the moment, he relaxes a bit. "But, yeah, most throwns I seen have been done with two hands, not one good hand, and the other in a cast." He agrees, and goes to lean against the support of the cot near the girls. "Eh, if you wanna try that, I can do a loose grip, till yer better at it." Silarra looks up from the cot to watch the two convict-candidates. "It sucked. Ended up all pissy from not being able to work and all that. But I only smacked Gabe once, and he deserved it." And apparently /she/ has that right. "If you'd rather, you could instruct me, and I could throw him for you?" "Betcha didn't break his nose, though," Taikrin shoots over towards Saliqa. "It ain't the arm what's wrong, it's th'angle. I always done it this way, y'gotta--" She bounces back to her feet, and once more mimes the throwing gesture in the air. "--gotta have th'right pull, like. Pull y'through yer punch an' over." Gaze flickers from Xeoshen to Silarra, followed by a one-shouldered shrug. "Might work. See if I can talk y'through it. Y'game, Xeo? Don't want 'im actually goin' over, on account of this ground's pretty hard." Xeoshen nods. "Hey, I probably would too, I'm too used ta bein' able ta do stuff, if I had to sit around, and do nothin' fer most of the dayu, I think I'd start beatin' people with a crutch or something." He says, and shrugs. "I'm for it, but, aye, I don't feel like smackin' into this floor unless I have to." He agrees, tapping his foot on the ground for emphasis. Silarra shakes her head over to Taikrin. "Of course I didn't." And she'll bounce up off the bed to move over in front of Taikrin, still in stocking feet. "We could always move matresses over if you're afraid of cracking your skull on the hard floor. But I'll try not to actually flip you." "Eh, y'ain't gonna be able t'flip him first time out, anyways." Taikrin doesn't make the comment malciously; her voice is matter-of-fact. "Okay, so, Xeo-- you just hold a punch, arm out-like, so's I can explain it to her. The whole point of throwin' someone is usin' his punch against him, so he really ain't goin' nowhere like this." Xeoshen pushes off the support, and straightens. "Considerin' I hurt my baxck in the collapse not that long ago, I don't think smacking into a hard floor would help it much." He remarks. "Aye, flippin' takes more then one time he agrees, and drops into a defensive position, seeming to aim a punch at Silarra, but, of course he misses for now. "True. I'll watch out for your back." Silarra offers. "Really, it's just transfering the momentum of the punch to keep the body moving forward so the person goes flying." Since Silarra is reaching out after punch is extended, there's no momentum to this one. Instead she's grabbing for his arm and yanking, with a bit of a twist. Taikrin moves to guide Silarra's body into place, but steps back quickly when it becomes apparent that she has some idea. "Oi, who taught a girl like you how t'do this, anyways?" A step is taken, then another, as Taikrin inspects the action from different angles. "Not bad, though. Y'want t'work yer hip out at an angle, though, harder-like. Use it t'get his weight over you." Xeoshen nods. "Aye, the keys also ta catch the guy off guard, and off balance, and do it quick before he can cunter react." When she yanks, he goes forward, instinctively putting his free hand out to stop from crashing into her. "Aye, ya can't do nothin' if ya aint got momentum, but with momentum, it wouldna matter if the guy was twice yer size." He pauses. "Or girl." "My brother and cousins. I grew up in a trading clan. Not everyone always looks on us with all sunshine and happiness." Silarra states. "More hip, right. It's harder trying to get enough to know it'll work without being worried I'm gonna toss him over my shoulder." Taikrin drops a hand to her hip. "Eh, wouldn't worry 'bout it too much. Not bad, though." She reaches out, checking a grip here, the angle of the posture there, then steps back. "Okay, well. Not bad. So. Now we just gotta get Gabrion in here on this. Reckon it might be time fer some dinner, eh? 'Least, I'm hungry enough." Xeoshen nods. "Yeah, well, sometimes tossin' a guy over yer shoulder works too." He remarks. "But yer brotherm and cousins ddid a pretty good job." He agrees, and straightens up, soon as he's allowed. "Aye, I aint seen Gabe, but he's probably around somewhere." He agrees, and stretches his back a moment, before he nods. "I think it might be, I'm gettin' hungry too, mind if I tag along?" Silarra straights up, stretching her arms up over her head. "Let me get my boots back on." She says turning to head back to her cot, sitting to tug them up. "Dinner sounds like a great idea." } |
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