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Who: Sonya Blade and Open
What: Catch all for early august
Where: Various
When: August 7-10th (prior to shipping out plot)
Warnings: tbd
Guardsmen training ground;
Weaponry, (OTA; tag Henry Percy)
If there was one thing about this place, it was that there was a lot of time. Outside of the attacks and the Portal opening, there wasn't much to do, and time enough to do anything.
The lack of ammunition and tech meant relying on hand held and melee weaponry, all of which the armory had plenty of. In the army, Sonya had taken instruction in knife and stick fighting, even a short course on archery, but the emphasis was still on artillery and unarmed-combat. If she was going to survive this place, she needed to branch out her skills. The norseman Ivar had given her some instruction on using the broadsword, but a few weeks of instruction was just enough to claim the skill of a novice, with archery only being some level above that.
Having taken some supplies from the armory, Sonya made her way over to the training grounds outside HQ. Training with a sword seemed impractical without a partner except to work on form (which wasn't what she was after); instead, she'd taken a compound bow and some arrows, and proceeded to work on some target practice.
Fight training: (Closed to Margery and Jeyne: tag order; Margery, Sonya, Jenyne)
After their previous session, the subject of clothes had come up, and it occurred to Sonya that if she were to really help train Margery for combat, it had to be in a way that was realistic to her-and even she knew that the woman didn't walk around in workout gear. Of course, to do that, she couldn't just wear track pants and a tank top, then expect to know how to kick in a long skirt. When she showed up to their usual training spot, instead of her usual sweats and shirt, Sonya had dressed in something-if not completely accurate-would still help give an idea on what the other woman would have to go through.
Fighting in a dress was different of course, but not impossible. The focus of the lesson simply had to focus on the arms and upper body, while the heavy skirts meant anything more than a sweep attack was only a last resort. Needless to say, it was an experience for them both, and for all Sonya knew, the experience might come in hand.
"Let's take a break," She called the session to a pause. "I can definitely say that we wouldn't have had a session this rough some weeks ago-good job." Yes, she'd been training her, but Margery still had to do the work and take in the experience.
Shops: OTA
Outside of patrol and training, observing the shops was one of the better ways to pass the time. Cold and stony as the islands were, she was glad they were in better shape then when she first arrived-preferred them now as opposed to looking like a war zone. Now, anything not meant for survival was a sort of treasure hunt.
Sonya found the shop almost by accident. Without any displays or window art, there was no real telling what was inside, but she could see the posters, recognized the electronics inside-a music shop. She had a record player at home, but nothing except one record to play on it, and the thought of any other albums had her immediately walk inside to explore. Without meaning to, she found herself cleaning the place up, trying to straighten out and organize the various records and cassettes No CDs or CD players, but having grown up with the latter, she wasn't about to complain..
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What: Catch all for early august
Where: Various
When: August 7-10th (prior to shipping out plot)
Warnings: tbd
Guardsmen training ground;
Weaponry, (OTA; tag Henry Percy)
If there was one thing about this place, it was that there was a lot of time. Outside of the attacks and the Portal opening, there wasn't much to do, and time enough to do anything.
The lack of ammunition and tech meant relying on hand held and melee weaponry, all of which the armory had plenty of. In the army, Sonya had taken instruction in knife and stick fighting, even a short course on archery, but the emphasis was still on artillery and unarmed-combat. If she was going to survive this place, she needed to branch out her skills. The norseman Ivar had given her some instruction on using the broadsword, but a few weeks of instruction was just enough to claim the skill of a novice, with archery only being some level above that.
Having taken some supplies from the armory, Sonya made her way over to the training grounds outside HQ. Training with a sword seemed impractical without a partner except to work on form (which wasn't what she was after); instead, she'd taken a compound bow and some arrows, and proceeded to work on some target practice.
Fight training: (Closed to Margery and Jeyne: tag order; Margery, Sonya, Jenyne)
After their previous session, the subject of clothes had come up, and it occurred to Sonya that if she were to really help train Margery for combat, it had to be in a way that was realistic to her-and even she knew that the woman didn't walk around in workout gear. Of course, to do that, she couldn't just wear track pants and a tank top, then expect to know how to kick in a long skirt. When she showed up to their usual training spot, instead of her usual sweats and shirt, Sonya had dressed in something-if not completely accurate-would still help give an idea on what the other woman would have to go through.
Fighting in a dress was different of course, but not impossible. The focus of the lesson simply had to focus on the arms and upper body, while the heavy skirts meant anything more than a sweep attack was only a last resort. Needless to say, it was an experience for them both, and for all Sonya knew, the experience might come in hand.
"Let's take a break," She called the session to a pause. "I can definitely say that we wouldn't have had a session this rough some weeks ago-good job." Yes, she'd been training her, but Margery still had to do the work and take in the experience.
Shops: OTA
Outside of patrol and training, observing the shops was one of the better ways to pass the time. Cold and stony as the islands were, she was glad they were in better shape then when she first arrived-preferred them now as opposed to looking like a war zone. Now, anything not meant for survival was a sort of treasure hunt.
Sonya found the shop almost by accident. Without any displays or window art, there was no real telling what was inside, but she could see the posters, recognized the electronics inside-a music shop. She had a record player at home, but nothing except one record to play on it, and the thought of any other albums had her immediately walk inside to explore. Without meaning to, she found herself cleaning the place up, trying to straighten out and organize the various records and cassettes No CDs or CD players, but having grown up with the latter, she wasn't about to complain..
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Shop
"Is that something from home?"
Re: Shop
Her expression lit up more as she pulled out an turn-table record player. "God willing this works, we could have some actual music."
Weeks of being in her own head, trying to make sense of the nightmares. She'd forgotten just how much of an escape music could be. "See the boxes with the pictured envelopes around? Pick one that catches your interest, we'll see if we could this working."
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She flipped through the different envelopes and plucked out one that was more pastel colored. There was the word "symphony" on it, but that was no more different to her than if it was written in Valyrian.
"Did you have one of these in your world?"
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"Something like it." She pulled the record out and set it on the turn table, inwardly praying it worked. "My parents' home, I remember saving up for a smaller model."
She set the needle in place, keeping the volume on low just incase. The music started to play, and as she turned the volume up, she smiled inwardly, probably for recognizing the piece (if not the name or composer), but just the sort of relief that came from something artistic within this drab place.