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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

[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.

[eyeforaneye]

That'd be a disservice to your world and your war efforts.

[ ... ]

Regardless of what I feel about you, I wouldn't want to damn another world to further suffering than it deserves.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Well. That impresses and endears him more than anything else, and he's pleased to hear it.]

Then I hope I will do you-- and my world-- justice.

[eyeforaneye]

It's better not to just hope when so many lives hang in the balance. If you do what I say then I can guarantee that you'll be more effective, not just count on luck for it.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Annnnd they're back to mild irritation. Remus waves a hand-- yes, yes, I know, I know.]

Believe me, I will. Though you're going to have to put up with me not being very good at physical things for a long while.

[eyeforaneye]

So you say. I'll be a demanding teacher and it'll force you to progress more rapidly than you might expect.

[ Translation: he's too impatient to allow you to have an easy time. ]

If it's for the good of your world then you're willing to accept it, right?

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Man, he's going to resent the hell out of Sasuke in the coming weeks. He reflects that, idly, and accepts it. McGonagall never gave an inch either, but so long as his teacher clearly knows what they're talking about, Remus can accept it.]

I trust you know what you're doing. [A confirmation, not a question.] So yes, I'll be an obedient student.

[eyeforaneye]

[ Well goddamn, don't say it like that; now it's like you've been initiated into a workout cult. Probably not far off. ]

Good, that'll make things go more smoothly for both of us. [ Likewise he expects to be resented, and is just as willing to accept that. All the better, really. ]

We've spoken about physical training, however. What else do you anticipate needing?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Magical training, frankly, but that's not something you can give me.

[He's good-- he's survived multiple duels, he's good at them, he's sent multiple Death Eaters hurting-- but he's not the best. He's not so good he can't get better. And here-- where there's nothing to do, where this place is nothing more than an extended vacation-- he ought to practice.]

[eyeforaneye]

[ He considers it, eyes momentarily going to Remus's wand. ]

... no, I can't. I can give you more experience in combat with it, but that's it. [ Then again, that offer is self-serving. He just wants to see how much damage Remus can do. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He watches his gaze and thinks of what he said about Moony.]

Would you like to spar, then?

1/2

[eyeforaneye]

2/2

[eyeforaneye]

You'll have to set ground rules first if you don't want me to break any of your bones.

[ Are you sure about this, Remus. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Well, don't do that.

[He says it mildly enough, a bit more confident now. He's absolute shit at physical things, but he is good at magic. Remus stands and begins gathering his books-- he's not about to risk them.]

No broken bones, and while I understand accidents happen, let's try to prevent any kind of sprain or fracture, hm?

[eyeforaneye]

You're really asking me to hold myself back...

[ Which is a shame but also expected; he'll likely have to allow that bruise he's already given Remus to heal before he can hit him too many more times.

... perhaps. ]

... You actually want to do it right here and now?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Why not?

[He glances back as he ferries the books towards the table.]

You seemed eager. We can postpone, if you want.

[eyeforaneye]

No, that won't be necessary. I just expected you to be as mousy as you've been up until this point.

[ If it's a fight that Remus wants then he'd better be prepared for the trash talk that'll precede it. Sasuke stands, cracking his elbow as he straightens his arm out in a quick stretch. There's only a split second pause before his eyes bleed back to red, watchful. ]

I'm ready for a fight at any time.

[theshabbiestofmen]

There's no need to be rude.

[Mildly said, because really. He's not hurt, just finds that kind of talk unnecessary. But his books are moved out of the way, and so Remus comes to stand a few feet away from Sasuke, his wand drawn.]

Is there anything I ought to hold back from with you?

[eyeforaneye]

There's no need to be polite, either. I'll say whatever I like to you. [ What else would he expect. ]

It depends on what you're capable of. I'd prefer keeping the rest of my limbs, and my life. Beyond that, if I allow you to hit me then I deserve to get hurt for it.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Fair enough.

[As if he'd ever cut off his limbs! Let alone take his life. But it says a lot about Sasuke's world, that he feels the need to specify that.

Remus' knees bend, his grip tight on his wand.]

Ready?

[He's already thinking of his first spell-- because he knows Sasuke will attack, he knows that he won't say why yes my good man let's count down from three-- so he gets a simple blasting spell ready, something to gauge how this will go.]

[eyeforaneye]

... you're far too soft. [ Just an observation, tinged with a smirk. He'd be interested in pushing Remus, really, already having found the weak spot in his pride and it'd be easy to exploit through taunts and humiliation until he really let loose and attacked Sasuke with all he had.

Perhaps they'll work up to it. He's trying to step away from his own sadism, after all.

And just as Remus had predicted Sasuke doesn't waste a second more, the movements of his hand a mere blur when he reaches behind his back, two throwing knives suddenly launched right towards Remus's chest when he whips it back. Best hurry with that spell. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Don't break any bones, he'd said. He hadn't thought don't impale me with sharp objects would have been something he'd needed to add.]

Bloody hell, Sasuke!

[But a shield spell is so easy to do; he's had more practice in them than he ever cared to. The knives clatter a foot away from him, bouncing off an invisible wall. Remus grits his teeth and jerks his hand, a wave of fire slashing towards Sasuke-- fine, if he wants to be clever, if he wants to be deadly, they can play that game too.]