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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! ]

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[theshabbiestofmen]

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.

[eyeforaneye]

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.

[theshabbiestofmen]

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.]

[eyeforaneye]

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

Do it.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Say please.

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

[eyeforaneye]

Unnecessary and no. Pass. Forever.

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

[theshabbiestofmen]

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.]

[eyeforaneye]

[ 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.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Well spotted.

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

[eyeforaneye]

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.

[theshabbiestofmen]

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.]

[eyeforaneye]

[ 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.

[theshabbiestofmen]

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

[eyeforaneye]

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?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Feel free to check, if you're so concerned. Are you more like an American, then?

[His middle finger, then, lazily extended. He doesn't know the Japanese equivalent, but then again, Sasuke isn't Japanese, is he? He's . . . something. Is he? Remus would ask, if he thought he'd get an answer.

He isn't tired any longer, but the floor is nice, and now he's staying there just to be stubborn.]

[eyeforaneye]

I don't know what an American is.

[ What did you expect. It's clear that the gesture is more familiar going by his expression, however, even if he seems no more impressed by it this way than he did the other. ]

I suppose it can't be helped, then. Are you too tired to remove your own clothing? I'd prefer not to have to do it for you.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I'd prefer a bit of romance first, dear heart.

[Growing up with Sirius has some perks, at least; he's far more of a sarcastic edge than he once did. The dryness in his tone is all him, though.

--although if Sasuke does come near, Remus' fingers are brushing against his wand. He isn't about to earn ratings that way, thank you.]

[eyeforaneye]

Given the complete impossibility of that, I'll just continue to assume you're ball-less.

[ Sounds fair. ]

Get up.

[theshabbiestofmen]

You're ignoring the evidence of my lowered voice, you know.

[A compromise: he raises up on his elbows, his fingers wrapped loosely around his wand.]

Why?

[eyeforaneye]

The pitch of your words does not impress me. You could still have the voice of a castrated man. [ Considering that Sasuke's voice is quite deep, this isn't completely unfair. Except for the part where it is, and the part where this thread has taken a dive off of a cliff. ]

I'm meant to show you how chakra works, aren't I? I'm not doing it with you on the floor, and I'm not continuing a discussion about romance either.

[theshabbiestofmen]

You started it.

[But that's muttered, and he gets up, stretching his arms idly. He shoves his wand in his back pocket and waits.]

[eyeforaneye]

No, I encouraged you to be more verbally assertive and you waved a finger at me and tried to protect your modesty. You brought it all upon yourself.

[ So he says as he looks away from Remus momentarily, again withdrawing a knife. He holds it out for him to see before his fingers uncurl from it, the handle of the blade still staying affixed to his palm despite how it faces the floor. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Oh my wizarding god. He could argue-- in fact, he thinks of a retort-- but being older means being the more mature one. So he bites his tongue and watches.

The demonstration, at least, is fascinating. Remus pushes his frustration to the side in favor of studying his palm, the knife.]

How? Chakra, I know, but--

[eyeforaneye]

It requires a precise stream of chakra to be channeled through the point of contact in order to maintain adhesion. Too little and you lose your contact. Too much -- [ And here he increases that energy, the knife repelled from his hand with such force that it actually bounces back up off the floor in a noisy clatter. ] -- and you repel the object in question, or damage it.

It's all about balance and control.

[theshabbiestofmen]

What would happen if I tried to take the knife from you while you were attached to it? Would it simply stick? Would you have to increase your chaka output?

[He picks up the knife curiously. He's never seen one built specifically as a weapon; only kitchen knives. It's far lighter than he expected, and he hefts it curiously. ]