[Text/Action] 3rd Form

[only_skin_deep]

Who: Mystique and OTA
Broadcast: Text/Yes
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: 6 June and onwards

I will holding training sessions for those who want to learn to defend themselves or fight, and those that want sparring practice or to learn new forms of combat. This is limited to hand to hand and melee weapon use due to our surroundings.

Training will be held daily between 9am and 5pm, located at the gym on the Iskaulit although for those who are more confident in their abilities it can be moved to the obstacle course. First come first serve for those wanting tuition.

Wear appropriate clothing and bring whatever liquids or food you require for the session.


[True to her word Mystique is found at the Iskaulit gym throughout the week, and when she is not training with someone she is doing her own practice during her hours there.]

Comments

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[cephalon]

Must one possess previous knowledge of combat, or are the unpracticed also welcome?

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[pneumo]

do you train superheroes???

[brainiest]

I don't suppose you know anything about swordfighting?

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[passingthrough]

[She wasn't actually planning to take Mystique up on her offer, but as Kitty spends a lot of her time training on the Iskaulit and ends up sleeping in with her boyfriend many morning, it was only a matter of time before she ended up at the gym in the 8 hour block her fellow mutant had carved out.]

Missing a student?

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[beathach]

[well . . . she offered a couple of weeks ago and he took her up on it, so here he is. And even if he'd done accepted it so she'd have something to do, he won't deny that there's a benefit for both of them in training, too.

So, here he is]

I'd say go easy on me, but - [ha ha he knows that won't happen. And that it isn't exactly necessary]

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[tallasaking]

May I sit and watch?

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[ecclesiophobic]

Have you killed any of the students yet?

[The wry comment comes from the gym's entrance, where Kurt is standing.. above, crouched on the wall like gravity is a child's fiction. He looks fine to a cursory glance, fur being good at hiding the tightness around his smirk and featureless eyes, which themselves lend credence to the illusion. A body can't tell if eyes are bloodshot if they can't see the veins.]