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Who: Cara + You
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Action: SS First Breath
When: Now!

Apparently many people on the Fleet seem to be suffering from sadness. I have come up with some suitable solutions for you.

One: Crying. (This works for many)
Two: Drinking. (I'm less sure of this)
Three: Cuddling.

These usually work from what I've seen of people with . . . feelings. Hopefully you will all recover soon.

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I'm an acceptable fighter.

[ Which means she's good but for once, she's not bragging. ]

I can accommodate.

Sure, if you don't mind fightin' with a sword. Or fists.

[Wait. A beat.]

You ain't sad, are you?

Not particularly. Sadness is not an emotion I feel strongly for.

Well, aight then. If you wanna fight, I'm good to fight.

[He's always down to fight tbh.]

So you don't feel sadness, or you just don't like it?

I don't feel it. Not the way most do.

[Ugggggh emotions.]

Yeeeeah, that's confusin' to me. I only just learned about the whole "hunger" and "feelings" thing myself, so I dunno how most people feel 'em. What does it hurt you or something?

[Like..physically? Because he doesn't completely get what being human is like either. He just learned that when his stomach hurts, he has to eat. And when he gets hurts, he gets mad.]

[ They are THE WORST. ]

No. It's just something I'm accustomed to. We're not trained to feel that way.

Ah, so you feel it, but you learned not to, huh?

[That sounds useful, actually. It'd make being here a hell of a lot easier.]

Pretty interestin'. So what'd you do that got you to learn that sort of thing?

I didn't do anything. But we're raised on a very particular routine.

[ Lots of torture and murder. ]

Your people?

[Since he's assuming she's human, regardless of how emotionless she is.]

Swords don't get raised, we just get made. What routine'd you do?

You wouldn't want to know.

[Well, that's an assumption. He shrugs though. If she doesn't want to talk about it, then she doesn't want to talk about it.]

Eh, aight.

But my offer to punch stuff still stands. I can handle more than most humans can if you're interested.

I'll keep it in mind. I miss a good fight.

Yeah, me too.

Miss killin' on the field the most, but [Eh, shrug.] nothing doin' about that, I guess.

It is worrying though. I wouldn't want to lose my skills because I came here.

Isn't there a place to spar or whatever here? It seems kinda big to not have anything t'do like that.

The Iskaulit. It has what people call a "gym" where people train themselves.

So like a dojo, huh?

[He sounds interested and actually pretty happy to hear that.]

Well, hell, why not head over there sometime? Sounds like it could be fun.

[ Cara's brow creases as she has no idea what a "dojo" is. ]

Certainly, if you let me know when.

Anytime you're free, I'm down to fight.

[a beat]

Name's Doudanuki Masakuni, the war sword.

Cara.

Which name do I use?

Doudanuki, I guess. Unless you wanna use "Doutanuki." I got two different names, so I don't care which one you wanna use.

I've never known someone to have that many names before. I will use Doudanuki then.

Rust, you shoulda heard some of the humans I used to belong to. Or some of the other swords. Dunno why they had to have such long names. Stuff like the formal name, family name, first name, casual name, I don't even know.

[He thinks his name is simple - his smith and his smith's house. Pure and simple.]

Anyway, nice t'meet you, Cara.

Likewise.

[ Naming weapons. Cara could never understand that kind of sentiment. ]

What is the strangest name you've heard?

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