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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! ]

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[Remus isn't so fast, that's not one of his virtues-- and so it's easy for Sasuke to grab him by the collar, to lift him (so easily, and he'd be awed if he wasn't so annoyed) and throw him against the steel walls. But Moony has left Remus with an awfully high tolerance for pain; even as he slams against the wall, he's already shaking it off. Oh, it hurts, it hurts-- but it's nothing compared to the pain of transformation.

Sasuke is fast. Ropes might work, but only if he isn't expected them, can't dodge them. So-- fog, then. Time to see if those special eyes of his work through clouds. Remus waves his wand; fog rolls out, thick and soupy, clouds of it filling the Paisely.]

[ Again he has to suppress the natural urge to follow up with another series of blows, instead intrigued by his heightened recovery time in comparison to how he'd dealt with that earlier punch -- is it the effect of the adrenaline that's heating his blood?

He doesn't have time to evaluate or appreciate it for long, that fog suddenly rolling in and sweeping out to settle throughout the whole of the room, no doubt clogging the hallways in due time and confusing the other unknowing occupants of the ship. It's familiar. Sasuke unintentionally thinks back to his first challenging mission, a fight against Zabuza, left feeling so vulnerable in a disarming and blinding mist that he'd been driven into a panic attack. That had been fed by his own inexperience and the sense of Zabuza's overwhelming killing intent, however, a desire he has yet to pick up from Remus. ]

You're certainly fond of your tricks, aren't you? Perhaps you have some things in common with a shinobi after all... [ Sasuke jumps back to put greater space between them again as he sharply inhales, readying another ball of fire in an attempt to clear the mist. ]

[He doesn't speak-- but Sasuke does, and the moment he does, Remus has him. There, right there, ahead and slightly to the left, and as the boy readies his spell Remus strikes. One, two, three bunches of rope, one following another, fly through the mist, trying to locate Sasuke. If they connect, they'll wrap tight around him, slamming him into the floor or wall-- whatever surface is closest.

If they connect. Remus doesn't pause to listen; he moves as soon as his spells fly, changing position and pumping more fog through the ship. His footsteps aren't silent, but they are quiet.]

[ Sasuke hears the whistling of those ropes too late, chakra channeled into his feet to jump back but they twine around his torso and arm first instead and he's thrown backwards. There's the sound of heavy impact, a grunt, and then an eerie silence. A complete stillness as Sasuke brutally suppresses a momentary swell of anger that would have him lashing out in revenge.

He has the added advantage of chakra to muffle his movements, however, entirely without sound as he jumps back up onto the ceiling and keeps to one shadowed corner, just listening for Remus. ]

[He'd expected either a taunt or a threat, depending on the failure or success of his spell. Instead there's only a grunt and then silence, eerie and awful. The fog was useful, but now Remus is just as blinded as his opponent. Still, he isn't willing to get rid of it, not yet. Instead he creeps forward, his footsteps as light as he can make them, his wand drawn. He scans the fog, his hazel eyes intent-- and the moment he sees Sasuke, he'll blast him back, throw him against the wall.

Is he simply fallen and silent? Waiting for him to stumble over his body so he can kick at him? That's a possibility, and Remus scans the ground as well. It doesn't occur to him to look up.]

[ He's a shinobi, and even if he likes to boast about his strength, stealth is a huge aspect of what he's been trained in since infancy. Sure, Remus is quiet.

It doesn't mean he's soundless.

Sasuke is, however, slowly moving across that ceiling as he pinpoints Remus's location from the quietest tap of his shoes or a momentary brush against furniture, waiting until he's positioned perfectly above him...

to then suddenly drop right down on top of him, knees slamming into his shoulders before he then shifts one just to drive a foot into his side, quick to send them both to the ground while his hand effortlessly arms itself with another knife that he spins once before pressing the steel against Remus's throat. ]

... not too bad, using the fog. If you try casting another spell I will stab you in the arm, however.

[He doesn't even have time to yell, though his heart jerks in his chest. There's just pain, weight slamming into his shoulders and then a jab to his kidney that sends him falling. Remus inhales sharply at the blade-- that's the worst bit, honestly. Pain he can handle, but Sasuke seems far too enthusiastic about stabbing people.]

Where did you come from?

[Not an exclamation, but rather a quiet question. He most definitely does not move; he has no desire to be stabbed, thank you. He's somewhat breathless, but he doesn't sound particularly angry.]

The ceiling?

[ He presses a knee against Remus's wand arm anyway, eyeing him up as he remains atop him. A couple of bruises should be all he has to show from this; he seems to be in good condition. ]

Do you need to ask? This is practice for a battle, after all; you can read the scenario.

[ Sasuke pauses a second longer before relenting, however, drawing that knife back and tucking it away as he fluidly stands, even holding a hand out for Remus. ]

Yes, from the ceiling. I underestimated your ability to track me by sound through this fog. It won't happen again in the future.

You spoke.

[He smiles as he takes his hand, pleased by the gesture.]

How did you stick to the ceiling?

[He draws his wand and waves it; the fog dissipates easily. Remus rubs at his shoulders-- not resentfully, simply massaging them, his body sore after so much exertion. That's the second beating he's gotten from Sasuke-- the second of many, he assumes.]

Edited 2016-02-24 03:51 (UTC)

The desire to mock you overtook me. [ In the flattest tone possible, expressionless. ]

Chakra channeled along the surface of the body can be used to attract and repel objects. Simply speaking, it allows me to attach myself to a surface or push myself away from it, making it possible to leap a great distance or height.

And it got you into trouble, didn't it.

[Remus makes no attempt to hide his smirk.]

Can you show me? I'd like to see such a thing up close.

You could view it that way. However, I'll wake up without any marks tomorrow and you can't say the same.

[ He seems to be debating Remus's request, wanting to again accuse him of being far too inquisitive and curious for his own good, honestly. ]

Three more push-ups first.

I don't see why every bit of knowledge has to come at the price of physical exertion!

[HUFF HUFF, but he drops to his knees again. He's still sore, but he'll do as Sasuke asks.

In a minute. He really . . . doesn't want to.]

I don't see why I have to fucking talk so much.

Do it.

Say please.

[He snaps it out before he can think, irritated by Sasuke's sheer rudeness.]

Unnecessary and no. Pass. Forever.

[ If you want to draw this out and end up with bruised knees too, be his guest. ]

You're a prat.

[But he's not going to fight a battle he won't win. Remus huffs and lowers himself, starting on the first push-up. It's a little easier this time, actually, not least of which because he's got proper form.]

[ The adrenaline rush he'd gotten from the fight would've helped too, that and stretching his muscles. Sasuke is hyper aware of both things considering his own training regimens. ]

I'm assuming that's some generic insult in your world.

Well spotted.

[Grunted out, as he dips into the second push-up. He's getting-- well, not good. But better! Improvement!]

You should speak with a little more vigor if you're going to insult me. Choose better words, otherwise you aren't communicating your frustration very well.

If you're-- aware enough-- to comment--

[HUFF HUFF, but he keeps working, dipping down into his third push-up.]

--then my words-- are-- effective.

[SWEET CHRIST and he falters the moment he's done with that third push-up, panting as he rests against the cool metal.]

[ He actually just stares at him for a moment. On a spiritual, physical, and emotional level, this is sad. ]

Get off the floor, you motherfucking flea-ridden inbred canine.

... you see? It's more effective than 'prat'. Saying something similar to me will probably be good for you.

[He doesn't, actually, get off the floor. He rolls over, though, and gestures quite rudely with two fingers.]

I see we've graduated to finger-waving. Truly, your aggression is a thing to witness.

Tell me, do you actually have testicles or are they, as I suspect, gone?

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