driftfleet | Action

Who: Sparring Sessions
Broadcast: Video - private
Action: Cargo Bay on the First Breath
When: Sunday Afternoon on the first of the month

Private Video
[Those that responded to her open broadcast expressing interest in the event will receive a private video with the time, date, and location of the intended sparring sessions, as well as the following notice;]

[She may not be wearing the warpaint but she is using her Imperator voice. Considering some of the conversations she had in her original broadcast, she wanted to make sure there were no misconceptions about what was going to be happen here;] These sparring sessions are a way to keep our bodies and skills honed as well as teach others how to defend themselves. It is not a match to the death. If anyone is found intentionally putting others at risk they will not be invited back.

Bring your own water.

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[Furiosa has cleared as much space in the cargo bay as possible, relocating smaller crates and boxes to her own quarters, and pushing the larger ones off to the side. The crates that remain offer various seats and perches around an open area where the sparring will take place. There is enough space to get a few pairings going at the same time, but it's otherwise pretty tight depending on the turnout.]

[Furiosa herself is in her usual Wasteland getup - minus her scrap prosthetic.]

[[ooc: Tag in, tag around, have fun! This is a semi-open event; Furiosa only sent the details to people who expressed interest, but won't be turning anyone away.]]

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[It would have been difficult to miss this all going on a few rooms away, even for a deaf man. He's here to watch, sitting on a cargo box out of the way. Then again, his hands are wrapped, so that's something. Something telling, even. His skin feels itchy without its band-aids.]

[When Furiosa finds a moment in between bouts, she'll head over to lean against Clint's crate and catch her breath. It takes her a little longer than usual as much as she's tried to maintain a regimen, it's just not the same as living in the vehicle-worshipping war-happy society she'd come from.]

Are you planning on joining? Or assessing the damage?

Could go either way. Is this a sparring sorta deal or a competition?

Are there prizes?

[Most people probably could have picked up the details just by listening, but he doesn't exactly have that luxury.]

No prizes. Just sparring; sharing knowledge, keeping fit, that sort of thing.

[She quirks a small smile at him.] Do you want prizes?

[Makie's a relatively early arrival, approaching the First Breath with some hesitation. But she was invited, so... she comes bearing a flask of water and a sword made of wood; both far better for training and a lot easier to get her hands on.

She's watchful at first, more interested in seeing who else has arrived at this thing. Old habits die hard. Though she likely doesn't look much of a fighter in her kimono, she certainly handles the bokken with practiced ease.]

[Furiosa doesn't have any personal experience in wielding a sword, directly, but she was adept at improvisation and using anything she could get her hands on as a weapon. So when faced with the Bokkan sowrd, she approached with a broomstick in hand. A little rusty to start, and especially against an expert, she did show an ability to adapt and learn.]

[Also she's tough and persistent. She smiles after their bout, a covered in a slick sheen of perspiration and enjoying the burn her muscles have from being utilized.]

Not bad.

[She started the match quiet and reserved; by the time they finish, Makie's more energetic and far less dreary, face a little flush as she returns Furiosa's smile. She's missed this.]

You're an adept learner. It's a pleasure to spar with you.

[Without having to kill anyone at the end. It's not the death she enjoys, it's the fighting itself.]

You had to be, in the Wastelands.

[She smiles back, breathless. It's nice to be able to stretch and move and work out the building stillness without threatening bloodshed. It's refreshing. Even just the ritualistic sort of dominance displays that went on between the Warboys had it's fair share of actual injury; they were a brutal group. Here, Furiosa is beginning to think she's found just the right combination of exertion without violence.]

I enjoyed it as well. You fight often, where you're from?

I do. It's common, in the company I keep. But not recently. Not since... leaving home. [She gestures around the cargo bay. Since coming to this place.]

I don't miss the conflict, but I do miss being able to fight. Perhaps that's strange.

Keeps the competition lively, you know?

[But in all honesty she had his attention with mention of 'keeping fit'. Like many people in the fleet, Clint worried that the sedentary life here at The Real Housewives of Space might be dulling his edge, and as a mostly-normal human man-person his edge was really all he had going for him when the fireballs started to fly.]

I could probably find something suitable. What would you prefer? A special food item?

I don't find it strange at all; that's why I started this. [She makes a broad motion to the hangar bay and anyone else gathered there.] It's actually a nice change to be able to get some steam off without feeling like you're fighting for your life.

Yes. And without having to kill anyone. [The amount of battles she's been able to smile at her opponent after they're done is rather small.] It's...healthier.

[She's not describing it well, though it's with a touch of dryness that she adds:] For everyone involved.

It is. Thanks for coming, Makie.

Thank you for the invitation. [She tucks her errant hair away from her face.] Will you be holding more such sessions?

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