hadriel_logs | Event Log: The Beach Episode

Who: Everyone!
What: The event log for the transition to our new planet!
Where: The city, which has now been fragmented onto four separate islands.
When: May 27th-June 10th
Warnings: Surf's up! If by 'surf', you mean separation from your friends, weird sea creatures, and cold rainfall.

The sun and the sand and a drink in your hand- well, it all sounded pretty nice when you voted for the island planet, but ultimately what you're getting is a bit less glamorous.

The transition takes place instantaneously, with very little noteworthy shakeup, though those of you who are particularly in-tune with the supernatural may feel a bit dizzied or nauseated by the sudden movement. And that's exactly what it is: for those of you who are outside, the change is fairly noticeable, as in the span of a single blink, what used to be miles of desert is now rocky ocean. The city is simply in one place one moment, and then somewhere entirely new a second later.

And that somewhere new is exciting! The islands have plenty of landscape to explore and weather conditions to adjust to, fish to catch, and- wait, how do you get to the other islands? What if your friends or your home or the bar is on these other islands? Enjoy having to figure out who is where and how you're going to get by with only a small fraction of the city to work off of- hopefully those boats will come sooner rather than later...

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[Margaery has always believed that if you're going to do something, you should do it right. granted, she still thinks of this as acceptable workout wear, but she still gives training everything she has.

the cooler weather gives her pause. she'd gotten used to the heat of the desert and both King's Landing and Highgarden had been warm.

she's getting more confident in what she's doing. she's hopeful that this will make her less of a target for creatures like the demon]

Next time, I think we should try a lesson in gowns-maybe something you used to wear back home. [She had meant to say so much earlier. Work out clothes were all well and good, but if Margery were to learn how to fight, it was better to learn in clothes she spent most of the day in.]

For today though, I think we could move onto actual sparing. [She moved towards the mat, waiting for her to stand opposite. She taught her the basics enough that she should be able to spare; and what she didn't know would be better learned on her feet.]

Oh! That's a wonderful idea. It's not as though I wear this [she gestures towards her outfit] every day.

All right. [she moves onto the mat to stand opposite to Sonya and gets into a fighting stance]

Definitely not the same. [She'd pasted by the sewing shop on more than one occasion; there was little point in learning to fight if she wasn't fighting in clothes she wasn't used to.]

[Seeing her ready, she swung in for a high attack from the side, her foot braced to carry in over to swing across her feet.]

[she ducks and goes for Sonya's exposed abdomen]

The move was a clever one on her part (then in hingsight, she did leave herself open). Sonya went with the blow, twisting at the last minute so that even as her fist struck its target, she wasn't so winded as a full on blow would've done (she never meant to go easy on her at all). She then twisted and deflected her arm up and over her head to feign a returning blow to Margery's side.

Only while her attention was focused on high, Sonya moved to aim a low kick just below the knee. She meant to sweep her off her feet, not break or disjoint a knee cap.

The low kick was a smart move. She was focused up high, rather than down below, and she lands on the mat with an undignified sound. She quickly collects herself and gets back to her feet, aiming her fist at Sonya's ribs (but of course she'd pull the blow so her full strength, such as it is, wouldn't go into it.

She smiles. She's always liked competing against other people and what is this but another competitions?

"Not bad," Sonya nearly reached to give her a hand up, but pulled away soon as she was on her feet. "Always expect an attack from below as well as above, and keep light on your feet."

She blocks the attack and returns it with one of her own, twisting to aim a similar attack at her shoulder (the highest point of the body allowed in sparing. "And never make a move obvious-bluff an attack or block, always try to think several steps a head."

In the time they spared, Margery would notice that she never attacked at once. Soon as one attack landed or blocked, she immediately followed up with another.

Margaery takes Sonya's hand and gets back on her feet. She nods in acknowledgement of Sonya's words. She's always been light on her feet, it's part of what made her such a skilled dancer at court.

She blocks the attack coming at her shoulder and fakes a blow to Sonya's side while moving to sweep her feet out from under her.

Margaery has noticed and is trying to respond in kind. She's still relatively new at this, but she's always been clever and a quick study.

She's back to the offensive only a moment after she gets on her feet, only giving her time to make sure she won't entirely be on surprise. At some point, Sonya planned on 'not' waiting for her to be ready, but that would be when she's a little more advanced.

Not that Margery wasn't improving. Sonya's eye caught her the way she moved and tried to jump out of the way of her feet, but she's off by a split second and stumbles. Not to waste movement, she grabs the woman's arm and flips the two of them over, landing in a way to trap her in an arm lock.

"See if you could free yourself."

She finds her arm trapped in a lock and her back on the ground. this is something that hasn't happened before and she's not sure how to free herself. She tries twisting her arm, but that only tightens Sonya's hold. So she acts as though she's going to punch Sonya's shoulder with her other arm, hoping that distracts her enough to break the arm hold.

Sonya maintained her grip, twisting out of Margery's grasp to avoid the punch, but refrained from tightening or twisting her position-to do either would risk dislocated a shoulder unless Margery either found a way to escape or tapped out. They had gone through escapes and body locks in the past, though never in actual sparing. She only had to remember how to get out of it.

Margaery curses under her breath and uses her legs to twist her legs to the side, toward her shoulder, freeing her lower half. Once that's done, she twisted her hips to widen the gap between them and free herself, though capturing Sonya's right arm and twisting it back.

There was little time to encourage or congratulate her on getting out of the hold. Margery wanted this to be something of real life, and a real attacker wouldn't be discouraged or stop just to concentrate the other person.

Her arm pulled behind her back, Sonya shifted her position and twisted in the other direction, pulling herself free. This time though, she jumped and moved completely out of the way and from her grasp.

To look at them both, she judged it was time for a quick break. "You're getting better-say we take five."

She wanted it to be as close to real life as possible because she wants to be able to fight at Matt's side once she goes to his world. From the stories he told of his opponents, none went down easily. That's something she has to prepare herself for.

She's a bit surprised when Sonya jumps back, but waits for the other woman to have her say.

"Thank you. I practice what I can on my own every day. Although, I suppose a break would be fine."

Event Log: The Beach Episode

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