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Who: SS Red Fish crew
Broadcast: nup
Action: yurp. It's a crew mingle!
When: Today/forward-dated according to preference.

[Holy smokes, Red Fish had four people now! They're almost finished forming a five man band. Who's gonna be the leader? Who's gonna be the lancer? If Hange is the leader, is Zhas the lancer? Wait, obviously Zhas is The Big Guy. So Coil is The Smart Guy? Does Nunnally have to be the chick? No way, Nunnally. We believe in you. You're way too useful to be the chick. UwU ♥ ]

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[he gives a very noncommittal nod. he'll think about it, maybe.]

So, kiddo, are you just gonna stand around here til your buddy gets here?

[he shrugs, but then looks past her after a minute.

he points at the measly treadmill and spells out a word, complete with one of those drawn question marks at the end]

'A-L-L-?'

[There's a second where she parses that. But... neat. Man, she's pretty sure that the crew will come around with a bit of work, but she hopes she can squeeze the alphabet out of him without too much effort.]

Yup. I'm afraid that's it. [She shrugs.]

[he frowns, much more intentionally this time. it's meant to be communicative.

the sign might not be one that she knows explicitly, but it's clearly one of distaste--a flat hand set on his mouth and then flicked away. he clearly doesn't like it.]

We-eeell... [Yeah that doesn't need a direct translation] I'm used to a better setup myself. But there's still things we can do. You're welcome to work out with me while you're waiting.

[he hesitates. the reluctance is clear in his face while he takes another glance around... but the thought of getting some kind of training in before Zhas shows up to test him is just too tempting.

he gets an idea, but he stalls over trying to figure out how to ask it.

eventually, he opts for charades. he mimes holding something in font of him, almost like one would hold into the handles of a bike. but then he keeps his fingers in that shape and draws his hands out to the side, showing that whatever it is is very long. he ends with as far as his arms can extend out to the sides, showing with flat hands that it ends at that length on either side.

and then a question mark sign and he points around curiously. as if asking if she's got anything like what he demonstrated lying around]

[... Mmm... there's a pause... as she mulls what he just demonstrated over.]

A staff user, huh?

[he nods! kind of relieved she got it so fast]

[Aw.] Nope! There's nothing like that around here. We might be able to equip you with something similar when we stop at a waystation or a planet, though, depending on what you can work with. I use swords myself, I'm not looking forward to trying to replace my gear. [Because it'll literally be impossible.]

[he makes a face at that--either over not having anything to substitute his weapon, the mention of swords, or maybe both.

for the next question, he mimes punching, and then holds his hands up to draw a shape hanging in font of him]

... A punching bag?

[he nods but also shrugs. he'll take a punching anything, really]

Not a bad idea, but we don't have one of those either. And it's been a long time since my last hand-to-hand trainings. [She shrugs.] I'm better with cardiovascular and strength training, even with minimal setup.

[at least he's got his brain going now. problem-solving helps take the edge off of social interaction, at least.

he spells a word, but he goes slow since there are letters she doesn't know and he actually wants her to get this.

S looks like A but she should mostly know it. then comes three fingers held up that could easily be W, and then O. The fourth letter is a mystery, but the fifth could look like a lower-case D if she's already got the guess in her head. and he points at her questioningly.

she's a sword fighter, hmm?]

[She's fine with that. It's familiar for her too, and feels good to an extent, to interact this way. What a focused kid.

Anyway, she watches him closely and then her gaze goes opaque for a few seconds, as she mulls the signs over. Asking to confirm, as is usual from like three exchanges:]

My skillset?

[it's close enough to what he wants to know, so he nods.

and just to make sure, he also mimes swinging a sword. or a bat. or an axe, really--it's not a very sophisticated gesture.]

Sword work, I suppose, though probably not what you're thinking of... my primary job is research and weapons development, actually, but you can't go defenseless out onto the field. [She grins.] Tell you what, if you spill the beans on the alphabet, I'll tell you more about our setup at home.

[focused is a very good word for it. he's totally honed in on the goal he's got going in his brain.

so, he shakes his head, because that's not what he wants. he makes a dismissive gesture over his shoulder, and instead points here, around at this room. this is all he cares about.

he points at her, makes the swordfight motion again, and points here. all followed up by a question mark]

[Oh well, there's time to work on that. She thinks it over a moment more before she thinks she gets it.]

Swords, here? Nope.

[carrying on to the next step of his question, he gestures out the same shape he'd done for his fighting staff, but this one is drawn shorter. sword-sized. and he points at her questioningly.

if there are no swords, he's wondering if she practices with something else here. he'd even settle for a lead pipe.]

I've got nothing, kiddo. But there might be the possibility of stocking up on something at the next waystation.

[he finally just... sighs and nods. okay. he gives up.

he's just going to have to face Zhas without any training prep at all beforehand.]

[she claps him on the shoulder. unless he runs away like a scared cat, anyway.]

Problem, kiddo?

[he does flinch, and it's more of the catching himself from lashing out in defense type than a retreating sort.

his attention is totally focused on her now, at least.

and instead of trying to explain, he shakes his head]

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