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[eyeforaneye]

Who: Uchiha Sasuke+YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress
When: Jan. 31

A few things.

There are a good number of fighters here or people otherwise trained in combat. I'm interested in observing people's abilities or training, or at least discussing what they can do. Spars could also be arranged if you want some exercise.

Secondly, I'll take recommendations for good literature available around here.

Finally, if you know how to knit or crochet then I'll offer you up to ten credits to watch you create something.

[ Yeah, this isn't weird. For anyone interested in action he'll be holed up in his room on the Huntress! ]

Comments

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Well, doesn't that sound intolerable? Remus' smirk fades, his expression growing serious.]

Can you actually do all that? It seems as though you'd break, emotionally speaking, sooner or later.

[eyeforaneye]

Many of my peers failed to follow those rules. Those guarding emotions were ones I was able to fall in line with much more easily, but...

I suppose I didn't stick to my duties either. [ Again Sasuke sizes up Remus's expression. ] You seem bothered.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I just-- I can't imagine that's healthy. I'm not saying I'm a candidate for the most emotionally healthy person, but-- fighting in my war, I don't think I'd survive if I had to keep it all to myself all the time.

[eyeforaneye]

No one ever said that the goal for a shinobi was to be 'emotionally healthy'. We're raised to do certain specific tasks and some of us are very effective.

Still, personal goals often get in the way of becoming an ideal ninja.

[theshabbiestofmen]

But if you're not emotionally healthy, you'll break, and thus become entirely inefficient.

[But now he has an image of child soldiers, built to be disposable and easily replaced. Which is, frankly, sort of what the Order members are-- they're twenty on average age, and more of them are dying every day. Remus sighs and rubs at his face.]

Sorry. I don't mean to argue your culture.

[eyeforaneye]

[ ... there's a rare and quiet sigh to follow those words, an acceptance of Remus's opinion that briefly lessens his severity. ]

Don't misunderstand me. I'm a product of that culture and it molds how I think. However...

I hate my world and the state that it's in.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Ah.

[Well. He glances at him, and there's no pleasure at having won the argument.]

I'm sorry. I imagine we're headed that way ourselves, frankly, for as long as this war stretches on, and the prospect . . . it's terrifying.

[eyeforaneye]

... then you'll have to end it quickly, won't you? Regardless of what happens, you're still an adult. You've been raised with a different regard for life, as someone born in peacetimes, than someone brought up in a more violent environment.

You and your comrades will shape what your world becomes now. You can't afford to be terrified.

[theshabbiestofmen]

If I can.

[He glances at him, nothing but honesty in his gaze.]

I will do my best, but I'm one man, and I have no idea if I'm going to survive. Quite frankly, the odds aren't good. So while I agree, it's a problem for tomorrow.

[eyeforaneye]

No, it's a problem for today. [ What a surprise, he's being a contrary shit. All the same, though, he quickly follows up with his justification. ]

You're in a fortunate position. You have time to prepare while you're here, to gain both knowledge and new strength, and you're already taking advantage of that. It could change everything.

One man can easily change the tides with enough effort.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Not until Voldemort's death. Not until people aren't being slaughtered in the street, until people aren't terrified to leave their homes. Remus' mouth twists, irritated.]

What will you do, then, when you return home?

[eyeforaneye]

[ The change in topic causes his brow to furrow momentarily, feeling like it's just a deflection, but-- ]

... that's not so easy to say. I plan to explore the world for myself first, to see what I've missed while fighting for my other goals.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Wouldn't you put the responsibility you've put on me on yourself?

[eyeforaneye]

The responsibilities of war, you mean?

[theshabbiestofmen]

The responsibility of teaching the next generation not to make the same errors your generation has.

[eyeforaneye]

...

I'll do what I can, but I'm no teacher. I had my own ideas for how the world should be, and they were proven unwise and extreme. My duties now lie with protecting my village in the best ways I can find to as it restructures itself.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Well. I wish you the best of luck.

[Perhaps he ought to be nasty, to push on Sasuke the same task Sasuke had pushed on him-- but he can't. He doesn't really want to; it seems exhausting, honestly.]

How large is your village?

[eyeforaneye]

[ Please don't encourage him to be around children. ]

Is that important? It feels like we should instead be talking about your goals and what level of proficiency in different areas you should be striving for before you're sent back to your world.

[ Bravo in trying to free yourself from pressure in this conversation, though. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

You're that focused on my success?

[Despite himself, he's touched. And a little amused, honestly, if he's being honest. It brings him out of his temporary funk, so well done, Sasuke.]

[eyeforaneye]

It's easier for me to think about that right now.

[ ... that's more honest than he wanted to be, so he's quick to deflect. ]

Besides, the image of you attempting a push-up is unforgettably bad. [ Well done, Sasuke, indeed. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[WHAT A WEAK DEFLECTION, but Remus is hardly one to press.]

God forbid I be a stain on your perfect record of pupils. Have you taught anyone else, then?

[eyeforaneye]

Of course not, I strongly dislike almost everyone.

[theshabbiestofmen]

And yet you took me on.

[Should he be complimented? He's going to be, he decides, because he's never going to get a compliment from Sasuke otherwise.]

[eyeforaneye]

You have books.

[ He's going to have an allergic reaction to this conversation. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Yeah okay buddy]

I'd best stock up on the next planet, then. I'd hate for my training to stop halfway.