Logs:Fight Club
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| RL Date: 24 February, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Keysi, Alida |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The first rule is, you don't talk about it. Second rule? Always listen to your healer. |
| Where: Workout Room |
| When: Day 6, Month 2, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Issedi/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to edit/add/remove/change anything I may have missed. |
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>---< Workout Room, High Reaches Weyr (TP Room - HRW) >----------------------<
This larger sub-cavern - located not far from a tunnel accessing the
outside - has an arching ceiling and smooth-hewn walls to better
facilitate both safer workouts and better circulation for the Weyr's
residents, if the outside weather is inclement. Various implements are
stationed in ordered symmetry about the cavern, including free weights,
punching bags, and many others. Along the glow-lit walls are pegs for
holding clothing, and large mats hang from sturdier braces, allowing for
softer falls, while large covered bins and lockers hold smaller
necessities, such as boxing gloves, jump ropes, and more.
Available Commands: +tp/help
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 19 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Keysi F 16 5'7" athletic, brown hair, blue eyes 7m
Alida F 26 5'7" Athletic, white-blond hair, Clear green ey 8s
>------------------------------------------< 6D 2M 37T I10, winter night >---< The soft thump of glove against leather beats out a steady staccato rhythm. Judging from the stray strands escaping her braid, and the glint of sweat, the Edyis has been working the bag for a while now, eyes narrowed in concentration. The workout room is sparsely populated, but given the hour, perhaps it is to be expected. As the wafting smell of needlethorn follows the healer into the room, it's no doubt that she as always left immediately from her shift to get time in for her hobby that could quite be considered an addiction. Keysi's eyes are diverted downwards at her hand as she wraps her knuckles and walks, following the edge of the room until she stops beneath a glowlamp and a couple of clothing pegs. Her jacket that was drapped uselessly around her shoulders, but obviously necessary if planning to wander back to the crafter's dorms eventually, is tossed up onto a peg as she finishes the last loop around her wrist and looks up to finally observe the room. Recognition of the other girl's presence directs her path and she arrives placing a hand to steady the bag as Edyis continues to pound it. Nothing is said, however, as she waits for the combination flurry to take a pause. As the bag is steadied, the former scribe finishes her last combo, looking up to focus on grey eyes. "Looks like you found the place." Edyis's grin is lopsided, as she grabs a nearby towel to wipe her face dry. "Steal a few hours to work the bag?" A grin does manage to emerge quite readily beneath the narrowed, icey eyes. Is this the same person? "A few days ago. It beats trying to brave the weather, or waiting until most of the other apprentices clear the dorms." Keysi releases the bag, her normally up-tight posture loose, almost relaxed. As it swings back towards her, she throws a single cross to knock it back before taking a step away. "It's perfect, really. I've never had anything similar, or at least I never stayed around a place long enough to find it. How much longer are you going for tonight?" "Since my usual sparring partner has been out for blood of late? I'm trying to get a few more hours in before our next spar. " Edyis explains with a roll of her shoulders, "That woman dishes out violence like nobody's business." She shivers, "And mind you I'm more of a hit and run for my life kind of girl, I'm not really built for much more than that." "Well," Keysi shrugs her shoulders in the midst of stretching them with one arm bent back over her head, "Where it counts, that's all that counts, right?" She notes to the 'hit and run' factor. "My first few instructors taught me the basics of course, but also since I was so young, so much of what they taught was how to cripple and flee. It keeps you alive." Fondness, or lack there of, of the memores draws her into a few subsequent moments of silence as she finishes a rotation of stretches. "I hope you've given her a couple of her own bruises though?" Edyis laughs, "I would like to think she's just the teensiest bit proud of me." Dark eyes studying the woman more curiously, "Sounds like it was interesting at least, the way you grew up." She answers moving back to the bag. She does not resume any punches just yet, in favor of watching the healer warm up. "Can't say I didn't have much time to settle anyplace, I lived in a hold near Nabol for most of my life before I came to the Weyr." She smirks, "This however, was not on the approved list of pass times appropriate to a young woman."' Keysi laughs. Openly. Though softly, it's utterly a weird coughed sound, as if it's a music box that's been broken for many turns and can't quite turn its mechanisms. "Interesting, sure." She turns her head to look at who else is lingering in ear shot, grabbing a jump rope as she does. As she starts jogging over the spinning rope, she continues. "My father got us into a lot of trouble," Keys admits, though doesn't appear to be willing to say more than that as for the 'how,' "So when we moved around, my mother thought it fitting that I could protect myself while she was busy with her journeyman duties. Given that sort of training partner that you have, sounds like she's training you for survival too." The last part, though in her typical dry tone despite a tongue obviously loosened being in her favored atmosphere, seems to be poking fun. Edyis tilts her head, resuming her work out on the bag. "Smart woman, your mother." She states between combinations, adjusting every so often to try a different combination. "Alida isn't one for going easy on anyone. You should meet her sometime, you two would probably get along quite well." As for survival, the brunette smirks. "Yeah, someone apparently thought I needed to learn how to look after myself." Keysi takes a few more minutes on the rope. The shift of the day had been long, but unfortunately quiet and required long hours of sitting in front of records. The result? Stiff, cold muscles. Eventually, with a thin line of sweat beaded just slightly on her brow, she stops and hangs it back up on the wall. "We were talking about her just the other day over breakfast, I think it was." Slow punches at the air flow in back and forth sequence, each time returning to a tight guard at her face. "Some dragonrider of rank, I didn't ask his name, was talking about her short temper and starting up a lot of fights. I really would like to meet her myself. It seems like everyone has an opinion of her temper." She seems more delighted by this fact than anything, the awkward grin re-appearing on her stoney face that has far more color in its cheeks than normal. "My workout's short tonight, but how 'bout a short one?" She asks in an interrim of the other girl's combinations. Edyis stills the bag, turning to study the healer. "Rank, mm. You mean like some guy who managed to get a bronze to sniff him or someone actually wearing a Wingleader's knot?" That has the former scribe mentally running through her internal roster. "Yeah well I watched her take down Lady Issedi's murderer, whatever you've heard isn't likely to be an exaggeration. Sure, I wouldn't mind. Don't know that I would be a good match, but I'll try not to fight dirty." She chuckles, going to grab one of the mats hanging on the wall, spreading it before kicking off her shoes. Keysi pulls her boots off and leaves them at the wall neatly placed together, "Wingleader, aye. I'm not familiar with all of the names yet as I should be, I suppose." Stepping onto the mat with her bare feet, she holds out a closed fist for Edyis to tap whenever she's ready to. "It's more a mixture of opinions than observations." She added as a sidenote. "And I wouldn't think so highly of me. Maybe your style far surpasses mine."
Her ears ought to be burning by this time...and just maybe this is what motivated Alida to show up here in the first place. Of course, it could just be some critical need to work off a decent amount of ire and/or energy. When the pale-blonde enters he workout area, it's with the stride of the determined and the eyes of the wildcat, which might just support Keysi's 'theory.' No matter; the bluerider offers only a quick, slightly harder glance at her student and Keysi - a low grunt of greeting in tandem - before she barrels on past towards the second punching bag. Unceremoniously, her satchel with gear inside is dumped near it, the woman then making for the bins to grab up and don one boxing glove. The other tucked under her chin, she stalks back towards Edyis and Co., and promptly holds out the gloved mitt towards the not-scribe for binding. "Whichever one thinks women should stick to childbearing and kitchens." Keysi offered, as if that defined him for everyone as apparently it did for her. At the fist tap of sportsmanship and indication of match beginning, her weight shifts slightly to her back foot. She doesn't bounce on the balls of her feet, but isn't fully planted either. Guard is appropriately at her face, fists not quite clenched. Being a set match, the world around them dissolves as she focuses on Edyis' patterns, focus mostly on her shoulders. That is, until there is suddenly a focus mitt admist them. Experience forces her to take a step back to keep from being nailed if Edyis doesn't notice the interruption first. "Greetings." Awkward greeting indeed as she pulls her attention away from Edyis to observe Alida with her naturally intense stare. Edyis says, "H'vier. The self-proclaimed asshole." That was an easy enough identification, perhaps concurringly so. Dark eyes take in everything, and she starts to shift the parts that Keysi isn't focusing on, except - mitt. "Speak of the red star and who should appear," dark eyes glinting as she recognizes her instructor, with a smirk. "Keysi this is Alida of Glacier Wing. Alida this is Keysi a new apprentice recently arrived as part of the Weyr sensitivity training program by Healer Hall." Starting to bind up the laces quickly. Hopefully Alida knows exactly what she's doing by butting her nose in a spar just about ready to begin, for she appears entrely too casual about it. After an eyeroll for Ed's word of Alida equating with the Red Star - and while Edyis laces up the bluerider's glove (soon to become two) - those often cool, clear green eyes observe Keysi in what enough folk find to be at least a somewhat disconcerting fashion. The younger teen's greeting gets a simple nod from the terse woman before her gaze rests again upon Ed. It observes how the younger female tightens those boxing gloves, as well as the way Edyis comports herself, in this instance...the bluie's alto perhaps unexpectedly offering her a quick "Thanks," for her handiwork. Over to Keysi the blonde mutters in her mile-a-minute, harder-accented voice, "Here's ta hopin' you do better 'n what's 'is face." Keysi let her guard fall, neutral expression dissolving the rarely seen flame brought about by the almost-fight. As the scribe offers introductions, steely eyes look briefly back at Edyis and then to Alida as if momentarily surprised by the timeliness of the rider's arrival. Instead of her giving her Hold-bred 'well-met,' as further response, the intense apprentice nods in return, folding her arms and cloth-wrapped hands across her chest. "Haven't had the pleasure in fighting anyone at the Weyr yet." The younger teen responds in her flat, low-key tone, "But I've heard a few stories of your skill." The not-scribe makes tidy work of the laces, done as properly as anything the young woman sets her mind to. When both gloves are laced, she smirks cheerfully at the bluerider, her gaze shifting inquisitively between her instructor and would-be opponent, keenly observant. "Maybe you two would prefer to fight?" A hesitant note in Edyis's voice as she tentatively holds out a fist again eager to resume, or get the fuck out of the way depending on what the pair decide. Alida recognizes that inner 'flame' she caught behind Keysi's eyes, and the 'ex' guard takes such things into account when she again responds to the new Apprentice, "It's only a matter uv' time..." in exceedingly dry fashion to the other's words of Weyr-based fights. High Reaches has a bit of a reputation, after all. As for those damnable stories, "Every coin's got at least three sides." Shrug. Though the bluerider tries for casual in her answer, what emerges is a bit sour. "Nope..." is the blonde's glib answer for Edyis, her braided head shaking once. A quick test of the not-scribe's work is had in some trial punching of the bluie's mitts together, and even as she moves off back towards her 'own' bag, the automatic addition of "Carry on..." rings true in her wake. "Aye. They were all of different flavors." Keysi notes on the aspect of multiple-sided stories, though she seems short of words.. for once.. in the presence of Alida. The pause continues as she observes the rider detach herself from the pair by claiming her own training bag, until the healer finally shakes her head slowly. "Mm.. Alright." Back in the zone, it doesn't take much. Like a flip of a switch the all-business no-fun apprentice draws her guard up again, catching Edyis' tentative fist before she has a chance to withdraw it. "You ready?" That same grin breaks her neutrality as her stance resumes, balanced at shoulder's width apart, right in front of left. Edyis dark brows furrow, even as she watches Alida claim her bag, she notes the changes in the apprentice with an almost wicked grin. Fist withdrawn, her weight shifts. "Depends, are you?" Her center of gravity lowers quickly as she drops in attempt to sweep a leg at the taller girl's stance and knock her off her feet. If Alida gave more than a quarter of a damn about what gossip made her out to be, the woman likely would have gone completely insane, by now. Keysi's riposte only earns her a quick flick of assessing eyes and another of those maybe enigmatic shrugs before the bluerider's moving on. And if she might be spied observing the two teens more-than-casually at points between her brutally effectual treatment of her own 'bag...well, she 'is' a guard. It's habit. The stance Keysi had adopted with the front leg given less weight than the back allows her to quickly raise it out of the way of the sweep and without setting it back down, the leg is shoved directly forwards in a push kick at the older girl's abdomen while her balance is compromised by the sweep. She's fast, at least, and her guard doesn't stray from her face. Whether the push kick meets its mark or not, as the foot falls, Keys would follow the movement with a jab and cross aimed at face level... but controlled enough to be pulled if needed. Intense, as she is always, she's not looking to break a nose at the current time. Perhaps it was an error in judgement to go for the sweep so early, since it means her face and that push kick come dangerously close to connecting. She only barely recovers her balance and stance in time for the jab which strikes her guard hard, but the cross over lands true, forcing the scribe to bounce back out of striking distance with a grunt. "You weren't kidding when you said you liked to fight." She comments, perhaps just to make sure her mouth still works. They're both adults (sort of), so Alida doesn't do much more than continue to occasionally observe the two female just beyond her. But, perhaps like a school teacher, she seems to have 'extra' senses in the back of her head that often alert her to some critical junctures experienced between Edyis and Keysi during their spar. Between the frequent sounds of highly-trained fists and feet impacting their target - interspersed with the occasional bark of effort or carry-through - those lurid green eyes might be found taking in the specifics of the fight and those who frequent it with all the intensity of a scientist on the tail of some potential new discovery. Balance is never lost as she draws her back foot up to reposition herself closer to Edyis as she bounces away, maintaining the same distance they initially had if not stepping into her 'bubble' a little farther- a pressure tactic, certainly, if she was able to identify it. Perhaps even goading her into striking again since she's in closer proximity than she should be. The fire in Keysi's narrowed eyes, now at full flame, leaves no question to her excitement in the matter, and her elated grin never leaves her. "I still have a lot to learn." Is admitted rather honestly, "But it's what I grew up with." Edyis is not aflame, but rather she seems to have shifted into quiet focus, as though counting off the beats to a favorite waltz anticipating the next step. She maintaining that distance, rather than being baited into striking again. "It shows, you definitely have far more experience than I do." Smiling wryly, brown eyes watching for even the subtlest shift in motion. Keysi doesn't allow all that much time to pass, shifting her weight in a single motion to strike with a roundhouse kick with her right foot, aimed at the girl's ribcage. Just as her push kick was fast, this is too, having been floored enough in the past with it being caught. And, should it miss or not, it drops to the ground, bounces up again for a second kick of the same leg. "Keep inflating my ego and my big head might help slow me down." Her dry humor offers as a joke against herself, "I think you have more skill than you give yourself credit for." Edyis reads the shift of motion, stepping as her right arm lifts creating space to absorb the force, the goal to hook the healer's leg in tight to her armpit. if successful her free arm shifts pushing to create distance to prevent attack while stepping in to sweep the supporting leg. "I have a pretty damn good teacher." Mentally counting off the steps. Keysi has been tripped enough to know such a thing is coming. How she does hate sweeps. Her second kick, slow enough to grab this time being in tighter range, is successfully hooked. But instead of bouncing in incoordinated panic, she shoves her weight forwards into the hooked arm, her right elbow following and seeking Edyis' temple. Her intention is to not only to break the hook by 'sitting' into it and potentially get an elbow to her head, but also knock her back should the scribe give too much of her own balance to the intended sweep. Edyis absorbs the momentum, using it even as she releases the leg to escape that elbow to the temple, breaking away to create space and aborting the sweep. This time, she circles keeping distance between her and the healer. "You just want someone to use as practice in the infirmary don't you?" Edyis states, laughing, it's a light and airy sound, even as those dark eyes remained focused. Keysi lets her circle, claiming the center as their clash breaks apart and just rotating with her to keep her in line in front of her. That coughed laughter, the sound that doesn't really match her at all, is emited at the comment. "Aye, perhaps. It's been slow lately." She actually pauses at that, "Should you even be striking with that wrist of yours?" Keys had forgotten entirely about the sprain until she brought up the infirmary. Is it worth mentioning that Edyis is, typically a terrible patient? "They won't let me in the records room for a while so It will be fine." It sounds a little guilty, though and she does drop her guard, as a result flexing the wrist and testing for pain. "That ointment you gave me, works really well." "Of course it does. And it masks how injured you really are." Keysi's stance reverts to a normal standing posture, and her gaze goes from battle-ready to criticizing. "If there's a next time, you're not getting fellis added to it." Which, she doesn't doubt there will be considering the trend they've been starting. "And you probably didn't even tell your teacher about it, either." She adds, a hand that had dropped from her guard indicating the bluerider. "Not that I know of..." comes Alida's puffing reply not far off the heels of Keysi's words of Ed's injury. Edyis mutters. It may sound suspiciously like tattle-tale. "You win." By virtue of Edyis wanting very much to avoid yet another lecture from a respected authority figure. "Can't go in the records room, can't work out what the heck is a girl supposed to do to keep from going stir crazy." It might be purely rhetorical Keysi shakes her head as she turns her back to grab two folded towels, one of which she turns and tosses at Edyis. "Next time will finish this." She offers, indicating the match with a tilt of her head. "But if I'm the reason you have to extend your recovery period, I think I'd have to take an early retirement from HealerCraft." Now, that obviously doesn't include new injuries, apparently given their brief exchange. She takes a step back or two, letting her attention drift to Alida to watch her movements for a moment as she continues her solo drilling. Somewhat sweaty and more interested in the other two, at this point, Alida takes a break from beating the hell out of her 'bag to note to Edyis, "Ever scrub a dragon before...with one hand?" Beat. "I trust..." cue the blonde's brutal lip-twisting smirk "...I won't have ta slap ya upside the head, right?" Edyis wrinkles her nose. "No Ma'am I haven't." Though she has a sneaking suspicion that such an experience with Ilicaeth might be in the future. "No, you don't. It really has been better though and I didn't think hitting the gym a little early would hurt." Scrubbing at the side of her mouth just may turn a lovely shade of purple tomorrow. "It's supposed to get better. The trick is to not push your luck, or you'll end up sitting on a cot with me again." Keysi paused. Word choice was poor on that one, but given her intermittent social awkwardness anyway, she doesn't rephrase it. Sweat was wiped from her face and behind her neck with the towel as she listens to the bluerider's threats, the lingering grin on her face remaining at the mental pictures of the struggle dragon scrubbing in that manner would entail. "A certain dragon iv' my acquaintance is due fer one on a couple uv' days..." Alida notes with casual sobriety, her gaze spearing Edyis for a moment, then flicking over to note Keysi's reaction. After a pause to listen a little more, "There's a responsibility ta' yerself and others in reporting any injury. It could affect yer performance, or the outcome of a situation, if ya work in a team." Yes, this is for *you*, Ed. "Listen ta' yer Healer." And, unceremoniously, the blonde once again approaches the other two females, and holds her gloved mitts out for Ed to unlace and loosen, this time. Sighing, Edyis moves to start unlacing those gloves, surprisingly gentle in her efforts to free the bluerider's hands. Properly chastised, she may sulk just a little, but It doesn't fall on deaf ears. "I won't hit the workout room again until I get the okay from the healer." Petulant even as she glances over to Keysi. Keysi holds out her hands to take the closer mitt to unlace it to help speed up the process for the rider, should she allow it. The overly serious healer seems reserved for a few moments before finally pinning down what she'd like to inquire, "Would you be willing to teach me as well sometime? I've always valued seeing other styles... and Edyis speaks very highly of you." Neutral tone is quite a bit quieter than her volume was before. Her young age really does show sometimes, despite how much older she acts the other 97 of the time, especially when asking such a favor. Edyis' glance isn't missed, and seems to get quite the lighthearted.. for her.. nod of approval. There's a small eyeroll for Edyis' slightly sulky words, Alida replying briskly, "Use some common sense. You c'n work out other things while ya' allow that wrist ta' heal properly. Jog; do speed 'r balance workouts. Shells, study a little tactics. Y' don't need ta be idle. Just...thoughtful." Keysi's offer of help with her other gloves has the bluerider assessing the Apprentice with guarded eyes...and finally shrugging, offering her that second gloved hand. As for her inquiry... "I'll think it over...get back ta you when I've made up my mind." And once the gloves are off, so to speak, the bluerider is bobbing her head to the pair, and moving off to store those gloves, gather her things, and take off. If Edyis knows anything of her sensei's habits, she should figure out that she won't escape the 'sentence' of dragon bathing for her small screw up. After Alida departs, Edyis studies Keysi thoughtfully. "I think she likes you." Her mouth working into a smile. "Sorry for pushing my luck? " It wasn't a 'no,' so that's something. Keysi doesn't appear phased by the answer, though the awkward smile that was etched on her face given the sparring match had since returned to her normal resolve. "Aye, I'd appreciate that." She notes as she finishes unlacing the glove and turns back to gather her own things- that being her fur-rimmed jacket and the towel that she'd dirtied. She'll bother unwrapping her hands later in the dorms. "You think so? I imagine she's one to speak her mind. I don't mean to take her time away from you though." The healer adds as the rider takes her leave, somewhat appreciative and perhaps not all that sorry for the reprimand that followed her chastising, "I should get back to the infirmary. Almost time for my next shift. I hope I catch you in here again. Stop by if you're bored." Is offered, as well. |
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