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who: 2B and whomever responds (probably perimeter guard members)
what: settling in with the guard (various prompts)
when: frontdated to after the picnic on april 10th
where: the Guard barracks
warnings: not really

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[A new recruit has arrived, and she's quick to introduce herself.]

YoRHa unit number two, type B reporting. I'm projected to join the Perimeter Guard of Riverview Quarantine in the near future. When that happens we will participate in shared missions.

Let's work together to ensure future success.

[She states matter-of-factly, fist to the chest in an unusual salute.]

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[Okay, before anyone joins anything it's time for physical evaluation and conditioning, or as it's more widely known - boot camp.

Stamina training, obstacle course, weight lifting. It doesn't matter what she's told to do, 2B completes the exercise swiftly and without any complaints. She's not even winded at the end and wearing a blindfold doesn't seem to inconvenience her in any way. Is she even a human? Of course she's not, is she.

How about this then - peeling potatoes in the kitchen. Someone has to do it, right? Just this one time, 2B looks rather pouty at the task. She's still doing it though.]

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[Time for weapons practice. 2B stands in front of the weapon rack, pondering her situation. In the end, she's here to fight. No support pod, no operator, it's going to be different than before. Possibly much harder.

But that's not the only thing that's different. She's going to fight, but not to kill. She'll protect others. She'll protect humans. 2B allows herself a small momentary smile. If you look at it like that, it doesn't sound too bad.]

Right. This should be fine.

[She picks up a training baton from the rack and proceeds to swing and spin it around a few times for good measure. Time to get started - are there any onlookers to comment? Or perhaps join in the practice?]

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Well, firearms have their virtues. 'Specially if we're fighting from a wall. [Morgan straightens up from his lean with a languid sort of feral grace.] Even so, mind if I see what you can do?

Agreed. It's standard doctrine to provide close combat units with ranged support.

[2B nods, her gaze piercing through the black cloth over her eyes to stare at Morgan, as if assessing him.]

Alright. What have you in mind?

What's going to give you the most value? Happy to watch a form, happy to spar with you. Not actually going to seriously fight you, of course. [He figures that doesn't actually go without saying, given some of the people he's known in the past.]

Showing off isn't really my thing.

A spar it is, then? Alright. I won't fight seriously either. We want to avoid unnecessary damage.

[2B sounds driven to do it now. Could it be that she feels like she's not being taken seriously?]

[Sometimes Morgan is too easygoing for his own good, and this might be one of them. On the other hand, he loves to spar -- every spar teaches you something new, after all! So maybe it's a win after all.]

[He shrugs out of his odd trenchcoat, the cloth flowing like metal as he lets it slip off his shoulders. Won't be needing the sword strapped to the back of it for a spar, so he rests the whole ensemble against the wall, then steps up to the training weapons rack. A casual kick flips a practice sword up into his hands.]

This ought to do.

[2B nods - and takes a few steps towards the rack as well. She actually switches to a practice sword, similar to Morgan's.]

This is more of my thing.

Ready?

[She gives him plenty of space, walking back while the sword already starts to feel familiar in her hands. 2B adopts a low fighting pose, single-handed sword held behind the center of her body mass. For someone who doesn't like showing off, this is a pretty flashy pose.]

[Morgan's own pose is far more subdued -- one foot slightly forward, left hand raised, right hand holding the sword at an upwards angle. The stance barely commits to anything, save to say that he probably doesn't intend to parry.]

Ready. At your leisure.

Well then.

[2B runs forward quickly - and she's fast! As soon as she's in range, both of her hands secure a grip on the blade as it rises and delivers a simple horizontal slash.

This is just a starter though. 2B doesn't wait to see the results of her attack and already follows up, her feet close together as she sends her whole body into a spin, delivering a series of spinning cuts with the training weapon.]

[Damn.]

[For all that he'd been actual casual, though, Morgan really hadn't been underestimating her -- otherwise he WOULD be in a bad state right now. But Morgan's martial arts philosophy is to react rather than at, on the principle that an opponent who has committed themselves to a motion is an opponent whose commitment can be exploited. As she slashes, Morgan drops beneath the strike, then twists his body to sweep his legs through her feet while one hand snaps up for her wrist, the better to make sure he can bring her down.]

[2B's swing is avoided, and the leg sweep knocks her down and interrupts the followup attack.

But she's not out of the fight yet! Rather than trying to stop her fall, 2B is taking swift action to control it. Her arms quickly twist upwards and back, to simultaneously evade capture and serve as a base for a back handspring.

She exhales loudly and throws herself back, simultaneously putting distance between the two of you and kicking out with an arcing, stretched leg. A heeled foot is aiming for your chest, Morgan!]

[Heels, seriously -- OH RIGHT THERE'S A SPAR HERE]

[Morgan, perhaps surprisingly for a tall and muscular guy, favors soft styles of martial arts, the kind that use an opponent's force against them. So he twists as he rises, letting her foot strike him at an angle rather than head-on. The blow still earns a hiss of exhaled breath through gritted teeth, but he sets that aside to fling his arm up. Catching her ankle will let him complete the throw.]

[Well, this is less than ideal. 2B's foot is caught and she doesn't really have an optimal way of getting out of this, still forced to balance on her arms and with no good way to reach with the sword, or her other leg.

A thought crosses her mind - she sometimes wondered how humans used to fight, were they even capable of doing so. But as it's abundantly clear now, humans are not to be underestimated.]

... Ah.

[There's only one slight problem though. Securing a grip on her ankle is one thing but executing the throw is another, because despite her appearances this woman is heavy. Really heavy, we're talking over 300 pounds of mass here.]

...Huh.

[In normal circumstances, this wouldn't be an issue. Soft styles rely on turning the force of the opponent against them, and Morgan routinely spars against girls who are far heavier than they look. But that's in terms of muscular weight, not -- whatever the heck is going on here.]

[He was not prepared.]

[But -- okay, something's obviously not normal here, so Morgan feels little shame in tapping into his own strangeness as well. He twists, brings his leg up towards her chest to try to take her down, and this time he focuses his ki to add force to the motions, the better to counteract her weight.]

Gh...

[Air is knocked out of 2B's lungs as she crashes against the ground. She stares straight forward, considering the fight and why it reached this point.]

You're not bad.

[She doesn't really know what humans are capable of so the sudden rush of power didn't seem suspicious to her.]

[Morgan kind of guesses that she wouldn't mind if he asked what's up with that weight of hers -- but he still can't manage to do it without feeling like he's phenomenally rude.]

[At the moment, he's guessing 'robot'. So pretty spot on guess, all things considered.]

You either! You all right?

Yes. Yes, I'm fine.

[2B springs from a prone position into a crouched, three point landing. A surprisingly graceful move for someone who just scored a pretty definite fall.]

We aren't trying to damage each other severely after all.

This combat data should be... interesting.

[She knows she needs it. There weren't many fights 2B was involved in that weren't about killing the other party as swiftly and brutally as possible.]

[Any fight in which the outcome matters must be decided in the most effective manner possible. That is why martial arts is pointless as a means of attack and defense in a world where guns exist... and why Morgan, despite not studying martial arts for that purpose, nevertheless loves a chance to spar.]

Oh hell yes. I think I like you.

[His grin is all boyish excitement as he drops back down into his ready stance. Time to switch it up and actually use this practice sword he's been holding, he thinks.]

You have a really aggressive style.

It's the most efficient.

[2B is a bit confused. What does liking have to do with anything?

Anyway, she swings her sword and keeps it at her side in a steady grip. Time for round two.]

[Morgan will cut her what in his mind is a break and attack first -- in the form of a quick chop that brings both hands to his practice sword, the kind of strike that barely commits but still needs to be defended against. Every part of his style is about gaining an advantage, about forcing the opponent to commit and then taking advantage of that commitment. Everything is done with minimal wasted motion, absolute efficiency.]

[Remembering how the first fight went, 2B is determined not to repeat the same mistakes. The moment an attack comes, she is immediately on evasion, dashing sideways with momentum that most people would call ridiculous.

She spins again, cutting distance between herself and Morgan while trying to flank him. But this time her training blade is held at average height, not yet dedicated to parrying nor following up with a counter-strike. Which one will it be?]

[Well, now she at least has learned a little respect for him, which Morgan appreciates. And she's learning not to commit, which delights him, because learning is the entire point of this thing.]

[Hmm. How to handle this? In less time than it takes to ask the question, Morgan decides and turns to advance on her, his own sword every bit as uncommitted as hers. Either she'll act first and give him the chance to intercept, or they'll both delay so long that he'll be within what he judges to be the preferred range of her style.]

[Instead of delaying any further, 2B takes action. She quickly tenses muscles in her legs...]

Haa!

[With a sharp exhale, she jumps! She continues the circular motion, her left leg raised into a spinning kick, while the blade - no longer held loosely, is now fully committed to forming a strong guard to parry any of Morgan's sword strikes.]

[Okay, so Morgan could get out of the way. Which would be the rational and sensible thing to do and what any reasonable person would do in an encounter like this if the end result mattered.]

[Boooooooring.]

[OR! Morgan could engage in some glorious countermeasure, which she in turn will counter, forcing him to counter-counter, until their battle becomes a high-speed, high-stakes game of chess where the first wrong motion becomes a miserable defeat! It is ridiculous and stupid and frankly poor martial arts from a purist sense, but it's also fun and he'll probably learn more from it than he would fighting 'smart'.]

[So! Morgan switches style in a heartbeat, jerking up his sword arm to block her foot on his forearm with decidedly not-soft technique, then shoves back against her to wield his grounded strength against her airborne lack of leverage. Then he continues the motion into one mighty roundhouse kick, bringing his own left leg up and around at her.]

[So this is how it's going to be? As soon as their limbs clash with one another, 2B already starts to bend her knee, focusing on the impact point...

When the shove comes, she doesn't brace against it. Instead she uses it as an extra boost to spring away from Morgan, grunting quietly as she kicks herself upwards into a jump (and hopefully away from the roundhouse aimed at her). And some jump it is! The android woman flies way over an adult's height into the air. Frankly, it's quite ridiculous.

No time to ponder the situation though, she lifts her sword above her head and holds it with both hands, already preparing a downwards slash for when she falls back down into melee distance!]

[He's man enough to admit that he did not see that coming.]

[Morgan can't recover from the kick and get his own practice sword up in time -- all he can do is shove himself to the side, meaning he takes the blow on his upper arm instead of his head. Gonna have a bruise there... which is what he'd have come away with from a real sword too, since 2B now gets a chance to see that his coat does double-duty as armor.]

[His own performance doesn't please him, but he's still grinning as he slaps his free hand down to balance and twist back up to a standing position at the end of his lunge.] So that's what a double-jump looks like in real life!

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