001: Group Introductions - TEXT

[tarnishedavenger]

[During a lull in the party, Armstrong taps out a quick message to the network. Not that private one, he doesn't trust it. They can answer whenever they like, so long as he gets an answer. The trick would be wording it.]

So, we're all in this for now. You've had your welcome cake, but you can't meet everyone in a party, no matter how hard you try. But, since we've all been encouraged to sign up with Jorgmund, I figured now would be a good time to get some introductions done. Talk about any specialties we might have.

Share information that we feel comfortable sharing. This isn't to pressure anyone or to force out any dark secrets.

[Not where watchful eyes can see, at least.]

Besides, I prefer doing this to making a cute information sharing game.

So, please, make your own threads within this post to keep everything organized.

Comments

[ahtohollaback]

Yes. It would be terrible to be here without it. To have no way to protect myself.

[somnioergosum]

There are more ways to protect yourself. You don't have to rely on your magic.

[ahtohollaback]

I'm not very good at any of the others.

[somnioergosum]

You can learn. Their gym isn't that bad.

[ahtohollaback]

Reid Planker is. What he's doing isn't teaching, it's punishment.

[somnioergosum]

Fighting's about pain, if that's what you're talking about.

[ahtohollaback]

Even if I were going to learn to fight, I'm not learning anything from running laps.

[somnioergosum]

You're complaining about running laps?

[ahtohollaback]

I already know how to run.

[somnioergosum]

For how long? Get used to it. Your magic's already weaker. Lose it completely and then what happens? You get fucked up.

Stop complaining about the running and start learning how to use a gun.

[ahtohollaback]

What's a gun?

[somnioergosum]

[Ronan pauses because-- because sweet Jesus.]

It's a weapon you hold, usually in one hand, and when you pull the trigger it fires a bullet that will tear through someone. Don't try to use it without someone instructing you. You could accidentally shoot yourself or someone else until you know what you're doing.

[ahtohollaback]

Like a crossbow?

[somnioergosum]

Close enough.

Just don't touch one unless you know what you're doing.

[71lines]

I thought he was kind of a soft touch.

[ahtohollaback]

...you're joking.

Aren't you?

[71lines]

Well, sure he's a pretty unpleasant guy, but after all of that running and pull ups and such... I don't know.

I've been doing that stuff for as long as I can remember. Honestly, I was thinking that it would be a nice, light training session if only he'd stop screaming at everyone.

[ahtohollaback]

Oh.

What would you consider a heavy training session?

[71lines]

Oh, you know. Twenty mile run. Pile on more pull-ups and push-ups. More aerobics and obstacle courses. I haven't done anything as light as Planker's stuff since I was six years old.

[She pauses.]

Then again, my masters were a lot less... verbally abusive.

[ahtohollaback]

Well, for the record, the rest of us find the exercises more than sufficient!

They are very difficult and unpleasant. Extremely demoralizing. Reid Planker is doing a really, really great job of whipping us into shape.

[71lines]

Oh.

[Wow. That's. Almost sad. But she guesses people who aren't ninjas probably don't need to be in any real kind of shape...]

At least it's only two hours, then?

[ahtohollaback]

Which is more than enough, in case anyone is reading this and wants to know how I feel about Planker's class.

[somnioergosum]

You were running twenty miles when you were six? What the hell?

[71lines]

I said I was a ninja.

[...In another thread entirely.]

[somnioergosum]

But at six?

[You know what, never mind. He's not sure he wants to know more about Tenten's childhood.]

How far can you run now?