[ strohl looks a little bit like a cat dropped into a new environment for the first time on the eudora because this is wildly out of his element, but he's been exploring anyway - but when he pokes his head into the combat room, its almost like a breath of relief. finally something kind of normal ]
[ hello!! it's not emotionshare anymore and his thoughts are very subtle but strohl's appearance nevertheless gets a wave and a vague good. he can take that however he wants.
he picks a training longsword off the rack, testing it in his hand. ]
It's better for this purpose than anything the airport has given us.
[ he's pretty fond of hydroponics too but this place is probably second. ]
[ help. he watches him take the longsword - ping of curiosity even without emotionshare, and he'll make his way over to investigate too, eyeing a claymore... ]
We couldn't get to these places on the other side - I would've been clambering the walls knowing I couldn't get here. [ A SPARRING ROOM..... ] They had their own selection of bizarre locations, but none so like this.
Please tell me all about it. West very dramatically described it as worse than could ever be imagined.
[ he says as if this isn't very obviously a setup for a spar already. it's been a while... he's no training obsessive, but even someone with an inconsistent work ethic like him starts to miss a good opportunity. ]
anyway he does not want to think about corn emotions. he will take the claymore out with a grin, stepping back a bit to test the weight in his hand. hell yes. ]
I was expecting hellfire, not corn. [ casually taking a few steps back as well, longsword apparently a good enough fit to stick with. ] And a cage, possibly hanging above magma or the like, given the threat I was sent.
[ glances over at strohl's choice of weapon. well... if there was a tier of blade he was used to fighting against by now, it was "big heavy". ]
[ big heavy... his favourite!!! strohl reaches to shed his actual crested sword, leaning it against the wall as he adjusts his stance for the claymore, perfectly picking up the unstated offer to spar. ]
No, nothing like that. [ though he makes such a face about the cage my god ] Anything you think that sounds ominous or bad was far, far more stupid. Don't even get me started on the cage.
[ his own sword has already been propped in a corner, difficult to see without knowing it's there despite its glinting edge. it was going to be a little odd using a traditionally shaped blade again after so long...
but. stupid, huh. that's what west had meant? ]
What were the accommodations like? Did you have enough spaces to sleep? [ the training sword held to one side in onehanded grip, despite being almost as tall as he was. ] I really am so curious about the cage.
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in the combat room on the eudora why not! mordalions got an eva suit on and is perusing the training swords with interest. ]
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... Mordalion, found the best spot here already?
[ good natured and warm as ever. hello ]
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he picks a training longsword off the rack, testing it in his hand. ]
It's better for this purpose than anything the airport has given us.
[ he's pretty fond of hydroponics too but this place is probably second. ]
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We couldn't get to these places on the other side - I would've been clambering the walls knowing I couldn't get here. [ A SPARRING ROOM..... ] They had their own selection of bizarre locations, but none so like this.
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[ he says as if this isn't very obviously a setup for a spar already. it's been a while... he's no training obsessive, but even someone with an inconsistent work ethic like him starts to miss a good opportunity. ]
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[ distant gazing
anyway he does not want to think about corn emotions. he will take the claymore out with a grin, stepping back a bit to test the weight in his hand. hell yes. ]
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[ glances over at strohl's choice of weapon. well... if there was a tier of blade he was used to fighting against by now, it was "big heavy". ]
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No, nothing like that. [ though he makes such a face about the cage my god ] Anything you think that sounds ominous or bad was far, far more stupid. Don't even get me started on the cage.
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but. stupid, huh. that's what west had meant? ]
What were the accommodations like? Did you have enough spaces to sleep? [ the training sword held to one side in onehanded grip, despite being almost as tall as he was. ] I really am so curious about the cage.